rhyming prose my double-edged hack
releasing all this pent-up anger
directed at my own weaknesses
berating, lambasting where it seethes
even though I saw, I failed to see
with every withdrawal and your repose
a shield you use that causes my blows
the sweetest gift you could have left
this one I use to pen and reflect
the only one who has let me down
is the one in the mirror staring back
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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