Nightly Storms Predicted.... Poem by Lee Degnan
Nightly Storms Predicted....
There I sat
taking in the screaming deluge
of insults
Only he can drown me with...
Every mutterance
eroding away my love and all that
I've ever been,
utterly washed away by words...
There he pointed
as if his finger meant to stab at me
accentuating and cutting
and leaving me bleeding before him...
Ignited by my tears,
I watch as his liquid anger surged,
runneth over,
fascinated I am by his fixed hatred of me...
And as predicted...
the storm rolls away in a drunken stumble,
and door slams,
abandoning me, finally leaving me alone to bleed.
Extraordinary! Lee storm predicts all the tragedies in its harsh language.
I agree with Doc Wilde's comment though I believe its a great write Lee Lots of love Roger
Clever stormy metaphors...but why subject yourself to someone who obviously doesn't deserve you...Hopefully this is just your muse speaking...or, dump him! Better things await :) jack.
A powerful piece of writing. They say the pen is mightier than the sword, and I guess that is true if it is properly positioned upright between the couch cushions, where a drunken bully might sit on it... -chuck
It's a very strong and sad poem. Prevention is better than cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Powerful statement. Just one word seemed a little out of place the biblical 'runneth' (just a personal view) . Great poem, strong and full of feeling. Patrick