I would sacrifice the heroics for a spot of tea
that might be the solution to understanding we
cannot control the world around us,
throw me clearly under the bus.
I forgot there would be a time understood,
that passion, that whirlwind nature could
suddenly be fraught in the eye of the storm
when only ordinary seemed far from the norm.
It was then I should have known we were cursed
that spoken word, when wept eyes immersed
in the agony of love, the trials far above,
my world your world ours fit like a glove
And yet we were wrong, you said the word,
I fell back crying because it seemed absurd
two people in love are suddenly torn apart
Society is where hate is a sublime form of art.
© Scott F Savage 8/2021
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a quiet man
Thank you
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Zelda
Was it wrong? or did he allow the alcohol to come in and destroy a beautiful union by an addiction🤔
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a quiet man
I am speechless
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a quiet man
I just don’t recall this write being about alcohol, but I thank you for the mystery and words.
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a quiet man
Actually, in a different circumstance, certainly. This wasn’t part of that journey.
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NikkiHealingPayne
Isnt it amazing how we find such beauty in the pain and sorrow of others what’s even more amazing is how some are able to find a way to make their pain and sorrow so beautiful for us thank you for this.
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a quiet man
Thank you for the read and kind words.
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