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Unfulfilled

I twiddle my thumbs and fritter away
the seconds, minutes, hours, days
waiting long for a sweet respite
which I know I will not find tonight.

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Photographs

You were once so very jovial
but then you faded away
until we barely saw you anymore.
But when you returned in force,
your visits carried with them a grace
of one who’d overcome their griefs.

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Bottom

You know who it is,
every office has one:
the pretentious ass.

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The Forging

It rings, it rings:
the falling hammer
which thunders down
on her raw heart.

The stony stares
and whispered words
of ne’er do wells
and so-called saints;
it rings, it rings…

The bitter tears
and futile fights
of nights when no
was not enough;
it rings, it rings…

It rings, it rings:
the forging hammer
which transforms pain
and flesh alike.

The stinging strikes
and bruising blows
from fists and words,
from friends and foes;
it rings, it rings…

Slowly but sure
there’s gradual gain
toward long-sought strength,
at last achieved;
it rings, it rings…

It rings, it rings:
the battered hammer,
long-worn from years
of raining down
on burnished steel.