It struck me with the fury

of one thousand lightning bolts.

Although the cool ocean invited me,

instead I chose to hit the concrete.


I felt the light of my being go out.

I swore I would never feel the love 

of electricity again.


My conscience cursed

and reminded me of Maureen.

Then, I realized 

I was living her nightmare.


I screamed her name 

and the man of Stone cowered

and trembled in the vibration.


I ran for miles-

away from the dark and home to Maureen.


I told her to stop poisoning her drinks

to feel closer to the clouds.


"Maureen," I said.

"Maureen!" I cried.

I wish I cried gold so I could pay you back.

This poem is about: 
My family


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