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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

My Days Woes...

Words, though calm
have sharp edges
that cut...
wound...
bleed.

Eyes that look
bore deep
and broken the shield
that is my strength.

You are not what I thought
the monster revealed
and now all is lost
I am forsaken.


****

Distrust is given
my strength lost.


****

It's an annoying beastie
that ruins my day
who shuts the light out
and dulls it gray.

Whose words are repeated
like an old folk song
grinding my nerves
as the day is long.

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