Misplaced Love
Tiny fists of rage Clenched
Youthful eyes Smoldering with hate
The Righteous fury of a straight back
and Squared shoulders
What Malevolence found in adolescent
Pursed lips
How it crumples like so many
Playing card houses to a slight breeze
Before the cold antipathy of
Fathers stinging slap.
Rancor fades and leaves
Wet streaks upon red imprints.
2011
© Nick Bacon
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Like this a lot Nick...shows a lot of heart and history. dealing with emotion is the poets job and her you have dealt with much emotion that many people will easily relate to.
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