Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on February 28, 2009 0 Comments

She doesn’t know
Which way
To turn;

The horizon’s bleak
As the eyes
Of the dead;

And he
Will be back soon
With that awful way

And the words
Pouring out at her
And over her

Like acid rain;
The body blows
Will follow,

The bruises
Will shine
Like well

Polished shoes;
And all she’ll have
To show

For a lifetime
Of marriage
And the absence

Of bliss
Is his cruel,
Betraying, Judas kiss.

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A man who seeks truth and friendship and hopes for abetter world.

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