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It’s for you to figure out why, when in a positive mood and content with accomplishment, I can dash off the following poem. Perhaps it’s the difference between joy and despair. Or maybe I’m full of it: tell me what you think…


Just another Tuesday

I’ve driven through the dark,
lightning my only guide–
soul in the hands of him
whose burnt and crackled skin
and lips the red of love
smile at the one above.
But the bastard he lost
only… because… you are.

Copyright © 2012 Clayton Clifford Bye