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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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