Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

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BRUTE

 

No sleep,

I woke up again

To the motorcycle roaring

And the drunken engines.

I prayed he would quietly go to sleep

I prayed he would leave her alone

But he hurled abuses and

He spewed words of stone.

Rain, it rained for days and weeks

My head hurt so badly

I was bound to restless sleep.

Words that cut but she didn’t seem to care.

He offered a warm house

And comforted her with his sober stare.

Hours and hours, we endured

The insanity of this lunatic

A drunken, callous fool.