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Subjugating Wind
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Subjugating Wind |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
His peace became a subjugating wind He looked to those he knew would wipe his blood And those who saw his open wound, and grinned? Their minds were merely footfalls in the mud He sought his comfort in those eyes he knew Neglected long, tear-laden, pooled with sighs Each searching for a reason to construe The treachery within his bloodshot lies Time strides a pace so swift, there's only past Regrets, fool-shawled in blindness, must be free The heavier the shutters, more the pain For guilt, that talloned beast, will speak the last Rip-clawing at the inner vanity Too late, perhaps too late, to love again |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"And those who saw his open wound, and grinned? Their minds were merely footfalls in the mud" You betcha Redstart, when you are down, feeling there is nowhere left to go, your friends and acquaintances show their true selves . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Never, never too late to love again God is love everlasting we are all born within that love love always triumphs |
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