They go hand in hand,
the keeper and the kept.
One loves while the other thinks once,
once, all of this comfort quieted me.
The keeper and his pet,
she knows there can be more.
Once, all of this luxury subdued her,
back when wanting was the baseline.
She knows there should be more,
wants to be needed and not need.
Back when wanting was the baseline,
things were never did, but instead done for.
Not needful, but needed,
she grabs the mantle and pulls herself up.
Things get done, no for in sight.
There is plenty of strength in words.
She grabs the sword and plunges it down,
takes an eye and turns it around,
knowing always there is strength in action.
They go hand in hand.
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Bent Roses
PoezieBent Roses is a poetry collection about familial devotion, love, and misery. It is about those nights when everyone gets home late and the first thing they say to each other is good morning. It is about believing in another person when you shouldn't...
