MOURNFUL GLAMOUR

I rage rage, here in fear dismay,
like a rose, plucked to please,
hot cake dropped to break,
and soft skin,cut by blade.
Like a powerful figure brought to shame,
an ailing soldier, dying in defense,
a pleading accused denied his bail,
an ailing woman, let to wail,
for her sick baby, in hospital made to wait.
My wounds, oozing, letting blood to drain,
while emotions and thoughts war in my brain,
who Else's to blame, what name's the game?
Life in a flame, blazing raze,
floppy flesh, bags in my skin, hangs on my bones,
while heart beats in groans for the solace set home,
where's the beast in me, the Male?
Anger and deceit, in this life tame,
living in range, life so strange....

(c) 2011 Robie Nson

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