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When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head, embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated. Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead in poem's last line, you've been beat and castrated. From the heavens, a voice thunders out dire threats about loses and late breakfasts without eggs. Fumbling about, looking to hedge your foolish bets, you drink your cold coffee, down to bitter, burnt dregs. On waking you find dawns hammer truly fell. Last nights burns are reminders of your tortured life. You stumble and look up from pits of dark raging hell, recounting now the true reasons you lost your wife. Your alarm clock chimes out vulgar curses at you and your dark house bids you leave by peals at noon. You think of the ancient, sad wicked dreams, too, as night falls with it's huge wretched lucent moon. Dreaming of hungry tigers eating your new boots. your house perched atop two tall adjoining trees. A hunter fires; it is not a tiger that he shoots. Second angry wife cuts your legs off at the knees Metaphor amputations are so savagely sever. Your spirit cries out I must flee, tiger is near. The tiger roars with laughter, I own all your pain. Second lioness purrs with abject contempt and disdain Your old slaughtered heart bleating faint cries out. Memories tainted and dreams coercing a shout. In abyss of regret the famished tiger dines. You struggle to cope, tree sways breaking it's vines. What of taunting lioness who's false words defame? Half muted stutters quivering lips murmur blame. Muttered niceties in deep with disgust feigned. Tiger haunting your dreams, as King it truly reigns. Will you take a stand your courage regained? Can you bare the cost, can you bear the pain? Be strong take back what your past gains. Clean the slate wipe away the shameful stains. Climb up from the depth of hells dark pits. Replace dawns hammer with soft cotton mitts. Let satisfied lioness purr, hunt the raging tiger. Be happy, be proud of regaining your swagger. WRITTEN WITH ONE OF THE BEST POETS I KNOW. ROBERT LINDLEY FOR THE CHALLENGE ON HIS BLOG. THANK YOU ROBERT FOR CHOOSING TO WORK WITH ME.

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When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head, embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated. Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead in poem's last line, you've been beat and castrated. From the heavens, a voice thunders out dire threats about loses and late breakfasts without eggs. Fumbling about, looking to hedge your foolish bets, you drink your cold coffee, down to bitter, burnt dregs. On waking you find dawns hammer truly fell. Last nights burns are reminders of your tortured life. You stumble and look up from pits of dark raging hell, recounting now the true reasons you lost your wife. Your alarm clock chimes out vulgar curses at you and your dark house bids you leave by peals at noon. You think of the ancient, sad wicked dreams, too, as night falls with it's huge wretched lucent moon. Dreaming of hungry tigers eating your new boots. your house perched atop two tall adjoining trees. A hunter fires; it is not a tiger that he shoots. Second angry wife cuts your legs off at the knees Metaphor amputations are so savagely sever. Your spirit cries out I must flee, tiger is near. The tiger roars with laughter, I own all your pain. Second lioness purrs with abject contempt and disdain Your old slaughtered heart bleating faint cries out. Memories tainted and dreams coercing a shout. In abyss of regret the famished tiger dines. You struggle to cope, tree sways breaking it's vines. What of taunting lioness who's false words defame? Half muted stutters quivering lips murmur blame. Muttered niceties in deep with disgust feigned. Tiger haunting your dreams, as King it truly reigns. Will you take a stand your courage regained? Can you bare the cost, can you bear the pain? Be strong take back what your past gains. Clean the slate wipe away the shameful stains. Climb up from the depth of hells dark pits. Replace dawns hammer with soft cotton mitts. Let satisfied lioness purr, hunt the raging tiger. Be happy, be proud of regaining your swagger. WRITTEN WITH ONE OF THE BEST POETS I KNOW. ROBERT LINDLEY FOR THE CHALLENGE ON HIS BLOG. THANK YOU ROBERT FOR CHOOSING TO WORK WITH ME.