The monster in me
was shaped by criticism
undiluted and constant
formed by the pretence
of reward that never
did materialise despite
promises from mouths
that should've known
better before every slap
built wound upon wound
by cane and cord until I
learned to like or lump it.

About the Poet:
Lindsay McLeod is an Australian writer who lives on the coast
of the great southern penal colony with his Blue Heeler, Mary.
Some of his published work can be found in A THIN SLICE
OF ANXIETY, PURE SLUSH, DRUNK MONKEYS, FINE FLU,
STONE CIRCLE, BURNINGWORD and, BEATNIK COWBOY.
powerful!
LikeLike