The Shattered Calm

He came inside,

And put his greasy mitts

On all the treasures

I had preciously guarded.

 

A bull rattling and breaking

The fine china patterns

I had painstakingly

Constructed.

 

Tolerance,

Of such vulgar, common,

Disreputable things,

Insidiously broke

Through the gentle push

Of my resistance.

 

Weakness revealed

His opposing force,

His strength,

Shattering

The graceful calm

I no longer know.

 

 

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