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They try so hard... the devils
Spit in your eye invisibly
Kill you sometimes physically
If you live, they still try, kill
your life, make you cry till,
It becomes a chore
To get up each day
Keep score
Train the spirit 
To ignore
Those human looking things
that walk the paths outside
That door... I used to
think
That heaven was full of
angels, but no
Hell is everywhere, above,
around, below...snarling and
raging
Raring to go, and
It looks just like us

Marion Price (2020)

 

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The fish of the sea

It becomes a chore
To get up each day
Keep score
Train the spirit to ignore

Love this, found the broken blank verse very engaging in this one, you always manage to balance your poems extremely well Marion! Kind regards, your friend Max

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Marion

Thankyou my friend, your feedback.is appreciated my friend X

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Powerful Marion! Another great write!, I'm staying out of your neighborhood!............Jim

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Marion

Lol...it's not that bad Jim...a few burned out cars, dead bodies, snarling children...that kind of thing..🤩🤩😄 thankyou so much my friend 🤗

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Pratibha Savani

Wow Marion it's a brilliant powerful write. I like those lines pointed out by fish too. I can see where this one is coming from. From all the evil people you have wrote about in other poems. 
Px💜

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Marion

There are so many evil people in life ..we tend to think they live elsewhere but they are all around us in reality. Thanks love X

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