SLAVE

SLAVE

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

 

 

 

He lives his life

in thrall to the three Furies,

Vengance,

Jealousy,

and Unceasing Anger.

 

Every person

who ever loved him,

fears him.

He has no friends,

no family,

he drove them all away.

 

The Furies own him,

body and soul.

He is their slave.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2010 Geralyn Miller


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I've known men like this~ it ain't a pretty sight and one no one wants to be a part of~
electric writing in classic presentation~

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Added on December 18, 2010
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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

Phoenix, AZ



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