things that fester, won't be set free
so many questions, so many thoughts
of long ago times and the trouble it wrought
simmering, just beginning to boil
reaching a point like a snake that is coiled
ready to spew from once silent lips
nothing in writing, not from the script
surprise from the one who lead it along
minding their business and singing their song
lyric that falls on my ears that won't hear
you once had the chance, when you were endeared
the days hurried forward with no time to waste
and you, you left nothing when you left in haste
water under a bridge that was dammed in the crook
and I wrote the ending in our CliffsNotes book
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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