Scars

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    Scars

    A sleeping beast beneath a placid lake
    Has risen, trailing venom in his wake.
    Young innocents on whom he fell now cower
    In tearful terror of pent-up unleashed power.
    His lashing tongue has spat forth flame, his grin
    Has left its lifelong scars beneath their skin.

    His wounding done, he drags his loathsome bulk
    Beneath the swirling waters, there to sulk.

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    laydbak1 commented on Scars

    06-19-2009

    This sounds a lot like that Madock fellow who ran the Ponzi scheme and got caught... lol

    HeavenlyAngel commented on Scars

    01-08-2009

    Sounds like my father.. lol great work!

    1LostGypsy commented on Scars

    01-04-2009

    Thank you for your advise. I do hope to find assistance in these matters. This poem is wonderful, dose it concern the young people you help?

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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