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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hammers (A trilogy)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hammered</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hammer is inside my head, <br>it's a never ending drum beat<br>that is my husband, berating me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he his key turns in the lock<br>my blood pressure <br>rises.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'll check the wallpaper <br>for marks that the children <br>may have made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'll demand I keep them quiet, <br>take them away, <br>control them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are only toddlers<br>and I have only <br>one pair of hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but he'll moan about it<br>until he goes to bed at <br>12 o'clock</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he gets into bed <br>his moaning will stop<br>but my head still aches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then at 7 while he shaves, <br>he'll continue to remonstrate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he won't stop <br>and I'm sure he's still talking<br>as he walks to the station.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's the hammering, <br>the constant hammering<br>and it's driving me insane -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one day the hammer will fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bad Fit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many nails do I have to have<br>hammered into my brain to realise<br>we don't fit? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This liaison has always been flawed. <br>Gel, we never did, but we had passion.<br>A wealth of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should I take this hammer<br>and strike the final blow? <br>I don't know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hammers strike memories, <br>as though they're all piano keys<br>and the sound is harsh..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have me re-visiting old war wounds<br>that I should have buried years ago.<br>They are awakening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They've been dormant for so long.<br>Maybe I should have had one final strike<br>and put them to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trouble is, if I pick up the hammer<br>and strike the first blow, <br>I may never stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Broken heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took a hammer to the mirror, <br>the paintings, the vase, the table<br>and battered them to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took a hammer to the car, <br>its bonnet, its boot and its roof<br>and made dents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took a hammer to her heart, <br>hit it hard, tried to gouge it out <br>with its claw</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then she realised -<br>it was already dying; bleeding, <br>all over the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q>
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The hammer is inside my head, 
it's a never ending drum beat
that is my husband, berating me.

As he his key turns in the lock
my blood pressure 
rises.

He'll check the wallpaper 
for marks that the children 
may have made.

He'll deman..."></div>
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