You don't read the words I say,
you ignore the feelings I show.
Misunderstand every single day,
you, I no longer feel like I Know.
The spine drips and seeps freely free.
I can see the stains in front of me.
But you won't listen to the words I write.
You turn your back to the wetness feel.
Look past the spine in your sight,
pretend it is fake and say it ain't real.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Chain of Command is the spine of the military. It is so injured by Individuals, Criminals, and Predators, it may never heal.
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Comments1
This is a powerful write about the abuse of power in any chain of command. Well written.
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