Patrick J. Dimosthenis – Blameworthy
Like blood pressure, he rapidly rises
Burning the feeble soft snowflakes
When will he earn some precious prizes?
Tired of the sickening sinister snakes
People see others once; the light they receive
People see him once; the light they shut
“What am I doing wrong?” is what he conceives
For no reason; he feels like he was punched in the gut
Before; he was swamped in indirect rage
Figuratively spreading the blood on the shed
Dehydrated from peace; thirsty for a gauge
Telling himself; “no more red”
The innocent are not the middle spot on the dot
Missiles need to be heat-seeking
Confused on how to tie the entangled knot
The computer data is swiftly seeping
It could be him!
It could be her!
Torn; might be a limb
Lost the screws to not concur
Perhaps his feign “friends”
Maybe a conspired group;
The “friends” personally pretend?
This throws him for a loop
His fault is thrown onto their backs
Like a brawny builder bending much weight
Out of the womb staring failure in the face?
Lately; the pen has been tainted with hate
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