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Mar 2018
Oh hands on the clock why do you go so slow. Every second of pain rips away the chance of another mornings light. Smiles on the face of wicked, yet the righteous pay with more than they have. Why!!! Shatters the nights sleep with an aching moan. Nagging thorns piercing the moment. Why!!! Sheets wrapped tightly around the feet.  The red of love, now goes brown. It's gentle pettles leave an enormous drain. Upon the floor love slowly dies. The ravens call refuses to stop bringing another nights tears. Tears on the pillow, tears on the floor, tears in the dirt, bringing an end. For fall the  empty soul screams, nightly pleas go unheard, yet the smiles on their faces persist. Godly love smothered by evil green. Broken promises, forgotten moments puts the end in site. Let it go they say. Okay! Lay it down they say! Okay! At the feet of eternity I shall lay it from whence it came. Mornings light draws closer the end  and finally blocks the ravens attack. Lay it down, I shall. Let it go, I shall. A final good bye away goes the pain.
Marty
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Marty  48/M/North carolina
(48/M/North carolina)   
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