Tom Arnone Poet Quatrain

A Tough Regret

A never-locked door shut me out,
Forever, pounding, passion pleading.
I was a forsaken, eviscerated sprout.
If I hadn't spied the beast ... kneading

Her hands, her arms, her softened mouth.
I ran madly, logic and sense relinquished.
If I hadn't killed the beast -- I must shout:
"It was my best friend that I extinguished!"

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Andrea Dietrich July 25, 2016 at 5:28 PM gosh, something tells me there is a very powerful message in this. It is just going over my head though. The beast was also the best friend? And why a beast? Sorry, I am not always the sharpest tool in the shed. Tom Arnone July 25, 2016 at 9:16 PM Andrea, it's a greatly exaggerated tale of a girl and two friends. Extinguished, in this case, equals fought. The beast is what one friend sees when the other is encroaching on his (assumed) turf (the girl). ;-)