Turning Of The Screw Poem by Randy McClave

As I walked down a lonely street
With a bit of winter still fresh in the air
Strange faces I suddenly do greet
Then I remembered about someone for whom I did care,
I once was passive, but then I became a fighter
Just because of the deeds and acts of one soul
Oh how I wished instead I was still a writer
Then that pain and anguish more easily I could let go,
Some men are forced to do either wrong or right
But then they seem to carry not much of a load
They surrender their ways and also their might
But then not none of us will walk the very same road,
Now sadly when I look into a mirror
I will see a person that I thought I never knew
But then I will reflect back to that hate and fear
I then will be wearing another man's shoe,
From troubles I wish I could just walk away
As to no one do I have anything ever to prove
But still I will fight and my ground I will stay
And all because, of the turning of the screw.



RANDY L.McCLAVE