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my mind is tortured with fatuous and febrile sessions

of turmoil

mentally speaking I claw myself in attempt to recede

and recoil

with a single insensitive sentence my future

happiness you have managed to bring to an aggravated boil

why of all the plans we had made together was it this

one you had to spoil

of all the bashingly bludgeon blows to my so very

strong and lasting love

I believe this to be the one to cater to the final

and heinous kill

I have to admit even in my current ill repressed state

you did so with the utmost immoderate skill

my traitorous tactile tears continue to fill my eyes

and spill

in this hatred, anger and guilt

there is love lingering about me still

one day soon, I'll clean house so to speak

and bring my mind back into my control

and lay claim to my once stress laden wounded heart

which you so long ago stole.............

(written Jan24,1991)