Dec. 6, 2015

I Watched; Power

by Timothy J. Muise (author's profile)

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I WATCHED
* * * * *

I watched as she walked ou the door,
and knew I couldn't take anymore.
I cried as she told me it was done,
and bled from the battle she won.

My road has ended abruptly,
crash and burn in a fury.
My head spins as if a top,
nothing now but pain and worry.

No rules for me as I make it through,
I write as I live my shattered life.
Any verse I choose or syntax absurd,
I own the power over the mighty word.

You may write for pleasure or gain,
but my quill is sharpened in pain.
Tell me not stanzas so pure,
I scribble anything not demure.

I watched as she walked out the door,
and knew I had to get off the floor.
I cried for all left behind,
never again an angry ax to grind.

by Timothy J. Muise 2015

POWER
* * *

Power in the hands of men,
not what He had intended.
They turn that key hard,
and blood flows from all hearts.

Social death as a punishment,
restoration so far behind.
Men spiral down to the abyss,
mothers weep and children wail.

by Timothy J. Muise 2015

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Gypsyrose54 Posted 8 years, 11 months ago. ✓ Mailed 8 years, 9 months ago     1 Favorite
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As I read the first poem....have to be honest my heart feels as though it's choking..gypsy

Timothy J. Muise Posted 8 years, 9 months ago.   Favorite
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