Nicholas Abaddon Poems
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A Cold Day In May
I arrived home on this rainy, dreary day.
At first it seemed that the weather alone was odd in may,
Then I saw the bags by the door.
She came down the stairs her eyes afire,
At this, my heart became weak and my mood dire.
She said she was leaving
she didn't deserve the pain I caused and my misbehaving.
My addictions had betrayed me and all I held dear,
I fell to my knees and begged her to stay.
she cried and aid she dared not the pain was too great,
She picked up her bags and headed for the door
She stopped and turned and with tears in her eye said to ...
men stare at each other in hate,
across fabricated lines in the sand,
they will not help the other stand.
corporations buy all of the air they breath.
Free market has become the gallows of international egos.
Death to anyone who disagrees with the the fascist corporate aristocracy.