Cirrus Minor

Cirrus left the

Bar late that


Bent on heading

Home to his wife

And three adoring



A crowd of men~


Three or more,


A dame or two,

Showing off

Attempting to score,

Stood in front

Of his car.


A crowd of men~

Three or more~


A dame or two~

Showing off

Attempting to score,

Drunk on whiskey

And beer, makes

A man alone

A target for a



Tonight the star of the

Show was Cirrus~

Although he was not

A willing participant.


As his skull gave way

Under the power of

The blows,

Cirrus thought for

A moment about

His life:

His three small children

And his wife~

Then gave up his soul

And left the earth,

Knowing he had

Been heading here

Since birth.


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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One Response to Cirrus Minor

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