Hard
times wield an angry hammer
Without
conscience or discretion.
Blind
side strikes with
Steely
stealth and noxious
Brutish
attitude.
Havoc
grabs the rein and leaves the gypsy
Lost
without direction,
Traveling
in a downward spiral
Into
silent solitude.
Comes
a voice in tainted warning,
Ominous
in its inflection,
Mettle-gauging
caterwauling
Bent
on testing fortitude.
Subtleties
and undertones
Defy
all efforts of detection
Until
the veil is lifted
So
the truth is unsubdued.
And
if by chance my being there
Can
offer solace or protection,
My
hand is held in offering
If
there’s anything that I can do.
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