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Joeline Thronehill Poem
EPOCH
My literal nemesis
An engagement with enmity
A truest of enemies
Dishonest to none, except to me.
Only to me. She saves her lies for me.
Saves herself while all her time is in other peoples company
Only lies to me at night
And only when she is done;
Will I write our morning Effigy?
Our reminders of children’s convictions
Our witness to a daily penance gone
For the crimes suffered at the hands of parents
As our own parenting lacked.
Absence begets absence from
Abuse brought from neglect.
Its genetic it is inherent
In other words there’s no escape
It has always been waiting, this mental trap.
Copyright © Joeline Thronehill | Year Posted 2016
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Joeline Thronehill Poem
Prudent divination
Brought back to this.
This stirring cauldron of enamored desire.
Emasculates me out of the gate
Shoot to kill, in a hit or miss
The blurring of boundary the scolding of fire
Devastates and soaks our souls in hate
The great destruction of the interior space
Countdown begins
Another weltcher and clucking fiends
Populate your world of faux plastic grins
The dirtiest of people will enter fashionably clean
Those you call friends
Just smile and nod, swallow disgust again
Faking it all, nodding and blindly agree.
Copyright © Joeline Thronehill | Year Posted 2016
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