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Michael Maul Poem
A glass of port to soothe the heartache.
Ever smiling to hide the sorrow of the empty chair at the diner.
A warm breeze that carries her scent that she left behind by mistake.
Touching the night with humility to remind myself I am human.
Nights are so bleak I dare not trust boredom to keep me company.
Ever alone in a world of possibilities I must move forward with a determination only the lonely can understand.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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Michael Maul Poem
As I stare at the night sky my mind wanders to a place I dare not go during waking hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour.
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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A gifted lover who uses emotions as a bargaining chip.
Tenacious in his grieving of a relationship that had so much potential.
A thick black book what holds the libido of lovers clinged together at a most unholy hour is his collection of conquests.
She would gladly borrow virginity if it meant a commitment on his part.
I've looked into the eyes of a promise I never meant and I can feel it's consequences creeping up as I prepare for the end of this journey.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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Eyes fixated on a clock with no hands.
Waiting for the grim reaper to pay me an expected visit.
Trying in vain to bargain my freedom, but to no avail. My bounty worth more than my bribe could ever hope to be.
As I accepted my exit from this mortal coil a calmness came over me.
It was not the afterlife I was entering, but the after effects of anesthesia.
My surgery had been a success.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2025
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The arrogance of a suicidal rose makes me rethink our standard of beauty.
In the blink of an eye it has become apparent that I have no need for an organic relationship with a partner.
My wish to dance on the grave of lovers caught up in a moment of clarity is an adrenaline rush.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2024
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Michael Maul Poem
Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
Death never looked so inviting as it does to the hopeless.
Silence is a teacher waiting in vain for her star pupil.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore.
Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity.
What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul.
My inhibition brought to light by a chemical demon who refuses to be denied.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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" A time grown out of pity like rain on the asphalt. Pain is a pleasure to the unassuming masses. It was not the vow that was broken, but the innocence that stumbled out of reach of lovers torn at the seams "
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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Michael Maul Poem
A bleached blonde sunset that arrogates my depression.
I've outgrown the inability to smile at the joke with no punchline.
Listening to the noise on the radio is enough to bring anyone to an emotional crash.
My phone weighs much less without the numbers that did not belong in the first place.
I've found nirvana in making a new best friend in myself.
Turn inward for inner peace and the rest will fall into place.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2024
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A sunset born out of winter charity. Two hearts sweating at the thought of monotony. Was it a betrayal too close to home? Roses divorced of thorns in a sea built on the tears of a bride with no filter.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2024
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