10 April 2014

Made Of Clay

Clay-God

We lived like strangers

But still we called it home

The blows we were dealt

Were delivered

With the loving touch

That only a father

Could measure out

Justification came

From a bottle

There was no remorse

There were no excuses

We had earned

A beating

It served us right

“I am God

In his house”

He used to say

But he was a false God

Made of clay

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4 comments:

  1. Praveen Parasar11 April 2014 at 11:52

    a rather common stark reality of several houses... 'made of clay' nails it.

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    1. Thank you Praveen - much appreciated

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  2. Peaceful Flower11 April 2014 at 12:00

    Damn... I'm so sorry!!! Some people act in harsh ways when times are rough or angry, etc... so very sorry!!!

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    1. Why so sorry Debra? - it's all so long ago it no longer hurts

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