A living hell...
I met Matt Paust way back in the 1980s when he was a reporter. Over the years, he has retired from the news biz and became an author of political satire novels. Matt has changed his direction to writing poetic rhetoric – poems of a sort. Sometimes when I read what he has written, his words strike a chord deep inside me. I feel he has found his words hidden away in some far corner of my heart or brain. The poem I’m posting today is a man talking about a woman but it could easily go the opposite way. For me, it explains how I feel how my life has gone with Riley. I’m sure many of you will relate. However, it’s like anything else, you will either like it or not. Seconds By Matt Paust You sit there, eyes on the floor where she just walked hell, you think, that's what it is, hell it's written on your face, you know, the hell she's made your life a hell, a living hell is what you're thinking The charm you thought she meant for you alone you found more commonplace than y...