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Timothy Mcdougal Poem
Rage… that’s all have now,
The loss of what could have been,
And the youth that will be affected.
Memories fragmented, pieced together…
By an imperfect mind
Information from others,
Filling gaps…
Misery is all I have now.
The loss of what could have been,
The youth that will be affected…
Pain, Humiliation,
Emasculation…
Justified by one’s insecurities,
And unwillingness to admit they had error ed…
Sorrow is all I have now…
The loss of what could have been,
Our youth that will be effected…
Blind and unfeeling,
The indifference to my suffering,
The failure to see the gold in front of them,
But lunges at pyrite at first glance…
Suffering is all I have now,
The loss of what could have been,
Our youth will be afflicted…
Flashes of relief,
In absences of presence,
And reemergence of loathing,
The struggle rearing its head
Loathing is all I have now,
The loss of what could have been,
Our youth will pay for it
Our youth, Intelligent
Our youth, aware
Our youth understand,
You are not there.
Rage is all I have now,
The loss of what could have been,
Our youth conflicted…
The anger is its own person,
The compassion is another,
The suppression is tangible,
The toll, devastation
Karma runs not in a circle,
But water in a funnel, reversed.
A single error
The youth’s pain burns,
Hallows out my heart,
My heart cry’s out for vengeance,
And compassion snuffs it out
All I have now… is a shovel,
For some it may look like a bottle,
Its purpose the same
The shovel is familiar,
Stained with dirt and blood,
Stinking with anger’s steaming musk
I must maintain order here
Strength is what I have,
Lost is where I’ve been,
To move forward, don’t look back,
Honorable, I’ve always been…
This is where I leave you,
Shovel in my hand
Jaws like a closed vise,
A fighter to the end
Beats the liar to the finish
Until his wondrous lights
Diminish.
Copyright © Timothy Mcdougal | Year Posted 2019
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Timothy Mcdougal Poem
It was a while since I looked,
for a time there was no time,
no place
time moves on,
time tells me things,
tells me good
tells me bad,
tells me its time to look
tells me time to not settle
So I looked,
and in time it showed me,
and in a week it crushed me,
Time showed me a beautiful woman,
so interesting and complex,
gorgeous and kind,
but wounded.
like me.
I saw a future in those dark beautiful eyes,
and it was wonderful,
and my heart yearned for it,
but I held distance,
her smile was intoxicating,
timid,
like a trembling rose,
her eyes like a dark wonderous ocean I wanted to lose myself in,
her touch was warm
we walked for the night,
talking, consoling
when it was over we embraced,
i looked upon her beautiful radiant face
glowing in the light of the street lamp
she could have been a work of magnificent art,
made immortal by the curves of her smile,
she kissed me.
And then we kissed.
We could have gone on like that till the end of time.
but like all good things one way or the other
End
A few days past and time came back,
and within a few hours of my day ended this bliss
and drove an anvil into my chest
oh how long has it been since I've had this
this pain
I will miss you
you radiant beam of light,
maybe we'll cross paths again
maybe time will allow healing
maybe we will be.
Copyright © Timothy Mcdougal | Year Posted 2021
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