SLAVEA 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.
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1 Review Added on December 18, 2010 Last Updated on December 19, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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