God help you when the
sound pounds on your
mental attic,
when the cries echo
in your unholy chamber,
when the helpless
float past your
rotting peace.
When you remember
where your weren't.
When you remember
what you didn't do.
God help you.
©2005 Peggy Eldridge-Love
There are things that drive men (or women) who would be great mad -- those acts of hubris or callousness that somehow refuse to be ignored, refuse to slip into the shadows, but rather grow and gain strength until, in the final analysis, it is clear therein lay Waterloo. Only those whose foot fits this shoe will wear it. They know exactly who they are (or are not).
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