Revenge a dish usually best served cold.
No payback necessary for the decrepit and the old.
Digging their own resting holes.
Tickets to hell broke the mold.
To evil their soul they have sold.
Falling further from the path that is gold.
So when your vessel starts to run cold.
When you're ragged and long past getting old.
Climb into your self dug rest hole.
Know you carved the perfect mold.
For a light who's soul was sold.
And denied walking the path of the gold.
~Introverted Sage~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2023 17:10
- Category: Reflection
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For a light whose soul was sold. It the kind of line that invites a reatesder to dig in and then multiple scenarios jump into mind leaving not clarity but interesting immersive participation.
What could’ve better?
Nice write hood read. Mr Peto
I'm confused on your last part?
It's pretty much about being old, angry and bitter and how that doesn't do anything but bring you to the grave quicker.
Thanks for your comment!!
Nice write
GOOD READ. my typos are terrible. I apologize should been
What could have been better ?
The immersive comment speaks to how I was drawn in. All compliments typinotwithstanding
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who will forgive our despicable abandonment of those
who salvaged, scraped and bled
to curate this freedom we assume
as the property of youth
our nihilism assumptions making us think
it won't be us in their shoes, in but
a blink...
(I'm truly ashamed that I have to share
this generational
stain, on our collective names)
an important write, dear Poet
Yes.. but in a blink.
I had once consigned myself to being an old scrooge until I realized being mad, angry and rude gets you to the grave quicker!
I appreciate your time
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