Poetry

Critical Mass (#1918)

Now that was a blow-off top,
Quite the stunning hammer drop,
It had been building a while I guess,
Waiting for the right time to express,
Things were fine until they weren’t,
I saw no signs of its undercurrent,
With her list of grievances provided,
I was honestly caught blindsided,
I listened and then provided my view,
Now is the question of what to do,

Any Thoughts?

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