Eyes opened and scowl upon his face
Greets with blinded eyes and fallen grace
Not a kind word is shared or spoken
His life is hollow, black, and broken
To strangers that he happens to meet
Smiles appear and courtesies are sweet
There is no hint of the man within
He who growls every word to his kin
Surviving onslaught of aimed anger
Is penance for past misbehavior
Help me one who lives under the bed
To endure a life that I now dread
2007-08-24
21:38:20
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Marguerite
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