House of Blues

She was wicked in spirit,
Although she had not always been
A broken heart can do that to a soul
She had given up
On him…
On her…
On life.
And she snipped and she gnawed
on those around her
Her misery consuming everything of her
Destroying everything of them
Embittered and powerless
she struggled
with her wickedness…
Satan himself would quake in his shoes
If he must for a moment be in the presence
Of the stilted woman
at the House of Blues

House of Blues

Adrena87

Joined November 2007

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another older poem… another favorite… it is a poem like this… that is special to me… that makes me feel vulnerable when sharing it… just because it matters.

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