Dark Lead or Scarlet Glass

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The others go around as mopes since stress,

Depression, or gray weather makes them think about

Gun trigger, feeling they might even press

It, pulling it, and leaving blood as shout

With brain mixed in against a wall.  They think

Some days of grundge made up of Guy Fawkes’ smoke,

Remembrance Day and Hallowe’en bring stink

Enough to take some pills.  These victims choke

Out thoughts of thrills in sheets, of yelling love

In hearts, of children nights and days have raised,

Of husbands who have loved them far above

What wedding vows viewed, men not being praised.

  Most people push straight forward through their pains.

    They forge their lives as windows’ stained glass panes.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Nov 9, 2024 | BI, DE, ME, ST | 0 comments