a bully is in a way a lost soul
the kindergarden bully
the schoolyard bully
the bully that never healed
never learned how to love
but only to hurt
I feel missed out
missed out on love's beauty
on some truly beautiful things in life
an adoring husband a beautiful wife
bullies risk hollow lives of bitter strife
even breathless beauty in a fingernail sunrise
each beautiful light dawning breaking sunrise
is warmth radiant waking a divine soul sunrise
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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