At dining table head in hands is she, As raging whirlwind whips around her heart, Dear God, please tell me how it came to be, This bond where pain and agony impart? Gone is joy; gone is peace; gone is sacred love, To join my admiration of this man, Yet he remains, mad maelstrom from above, Hurling flaming insults as he can, My Lord, I see no path to take me through, These burning embers lying all around, This sooted ceiling darkens my world view, Retelling tales of how this love burned down, Pray let me see the way; I do implore, And grant me strength to make it to the door. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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