One day prong names won't cultivate mine grimace to hear,

nor feel nauseating false pretenses endear;

trials – be that – errors of dysfunctional family,

one crippling evening.... moments above the lights burning escape,

embroidered tales scold mind again in reiterating tape;

such brims ensure severe lashes that are cruelly well past deserving,

suggested insignificant human being will undoubtedly see the night of delayed sting –

I shall dispel an utterance among the world; secrets that are wished quietly to be kept,

no sense in not sharing what there is to already suspect.