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Tales of Torment: Torture's Statue II; The Trial of A Repeat Offender

This judge, Torture's Statue, and I are very familiar with each other. We're even on a first name basis, but... -this might just be one of the last times we see each other, and that would be for the best... -for both of us.

By Josh MorganPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Tales of Torment: Torture's Statue II; The Trial of A Repeat Offender
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One after another, again and again‐

far more than just one time too many

I stand before the judge,

of Torture's Statue statue.

Looking down at me,

meeting my gaze

we share a glare‐

of remorse.

Neither of us want to be here,

but this cannot help but to be enforced.

Failure stains my rapsheet,

Torture's Statue has read over and over, again and again‐

almost committing too memory my "greatest feats."

I have become, failure's biggest repeat offender.

Convicted and sentenced to try again and again,

I've been serving a life sentence of futile attempts‐

chasing after the bounty of success,

I have found much trouble‐

constantly digging through my own rubble.

Bound to the cell of inadequacy,

Torture's Statue won't tell against who or whom I'm being measured‐

only that I'm not up to par,

only that there's "room to grow"

but no more time to borrow.

Torture's Statue, is no coach‐

but my judge, jury, and executioner.

Failure's biggest repeat offender,

and it has come time, to stand trial.

For tyring, again and again‐

every attempt, recorded and kept on file,

scarred across my body‐

my rapsheet contains all of exhibits "A" through "Z"

What will come of me now?

Can I finally be put down?

Never again to come up short,

or come up at all.

I've grown far tired of this carousel ride‐

knowing there's nowhere to hide,

from Torture's Statue.

There's no outrunning this shadow,

no guide to follow‐

I'd rather stop my stride, here and now

never again, to be a repeat offender.

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About the Creator

Josh Morgan

Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.

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