Maureen

It struck me with the fury

of one thousand lightning bolts.

Although the cool ocean invited me,

instead I chose to hit the concrete.

 

I felt the light of my being go out.

I swore I would never feel the love 

of electricity again.

 

My conscience cursed

and reminded me of Maureen.

Then, I realized 

I was living her nightmare.

 

I screamed her name 

and the man of Stone cowered

and trembled in the vibration.

 

I ran for miles-

away from the dark and home to Maureen.

 

I told her to stop poisoning her drinks

to feel closer to the clouds.

 

"Maureen," I said.

"Maureen!" I cried.

I wish I cried gold so I could pay you back.

This poem is about: 
My family

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