Heat my soul to smolders
Vindication in my heart
Burns hotter as I'm older
Simmer down to tear your world apart
I don't believe in vengeance;
Makes more misery that plagued me
But this time I can't end it;
Stream of consciousness persuades me
Didn't want to, but it made me
You made it when you tried to play me
Swayed me to the ways of angry hatred
Turned from sagely patience
Look at you now; hanging, wasted
Dangling from a fate I've placed in
Your wake, all alone with all the ache
Of broken bones--but wait!!
I'm making quakes that shake your home
By airing out like thunderstorms your secrets that I know!
So shake and moan, I love the nervousness you now can't help but show
Prescribe my greatest high by giving you your deepest low
I'm just a playful pussycat
Cry for your life, my little rodent
My claws are bared, sharp as a knife
I take your life as if I owned it
I'd given to forgiveness;
Once chose it as my way, but now
I give in to give you darkness
Oh, how it brightens up my day!
So let my sunshine through
Let it burn you with it's rays
The devil slept within me
You disturbed him where he lay
Now pay
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Author:
b-LAH-que (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes our sense of anger and injustice can tempt us to get back at others and give them "what they deserve" despite our deepest moral convictions
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Comments2
Hmmm it's definitely an inner fight not to hit the vengence trail sometimes. But i guess if one has to succumb then one has to relish it.... till regret sets in.
Indeed. Better to express it through writing than through action, I say.
I see it as just playing the part, push comes to shove through provocation.. intense work, I love it 🎈
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