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To Whom The Mornings Stand For Nights Father belting me and mother yelling, my happy home. My father lost his job, my mother had too much trouble at hers. I was young, nine, ten, and eleven. I don't know extenuating circumstances at that age. Neither do you. While I had many friends, there wasn't a peer group to speak of. But, I am no psychologist. I specialize in rolling with the punches. "He hit me! He hit me!" the blond, 43 year-old Navy retiree is yelling in the office. I wonder who is she staying with that she complains so. I grow up without enough iterstices. Times were hard as a child. I just told you that. I reflect back, I analyze. I am a poet, a writer. There was some mischeif as a teenager, but never an arrest. I was too sneaky. Thank God. Now I am older. Jobs don't come easy. The economy isn't safe. It is out of this milieu of life that I forge my work. A poem on life, spirituality, love, and death. Whatever inspires me. Am I crazy? My lack of adaptation doesn't inspire me, it is the themes and events themselves I take hold of. People are suffering from bad luck. Psychology abounds, therapies wash away all the ills. Who is so lucky to have all the prevention and intervention? I just said: people suffer from bad luck. Ok, then, go make everything communist. Everybody should be equal. I am well, I am not well. Somebody wants to be my accuser. I am writing about what I know. I am asking you for a response. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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