Quiet Always
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| photo by Elene Usdin |
Drunk he came daily,
hardly caring for family,
I remained quiet,
in hope he will come to light,
that was extent of my trust.
Lethargic in his duties,
blunt in capabilities,
I remained quiet,
in hope he will never fight,
that was extent of my love.
A quarrel became violent,
with my death it came to end,
with open eyes, I remained quiet,
in hope to see you again in my sight
that was the extent of my wait.
This poem is linked to Magpie Tales #249 ( photo), Poetry Jam (Quiet), Three Word Wednesday #405 ( blunt, drunk , lethargic )
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