a disturbing force

that carefully cultivated 
facade
of cool composure
came crumbling 
to my feet…
as you sat
hurling pebbles
into the quiet stillness
that was me
(were you jealous perhaps?)
the turbulent force,
you –
tormenting me into a response,
would i lose in your win?
or win through your loss?
the game might end,
but i
will never
be the same again!

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More Poetry Here:
all-most poetry
a teen to 18 (a poetry collection)
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More Writings Here:
Literary Jottings
[Stories, Plays, a Novel
half-complete, & then some…]
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