Guilt is a scorpion.
If it bites you, you're a bitch.
If it doesn't, you're a witch.
If you fight it, you have no shame.
If you don't, it's still the same.
Hate is a snake.
Jealousy is a vulture.
Anger is a bull.
I am a golden retriever.
A golden retriever ambushed by a scorpion, snake, vulture and bull.
My golden fur, once bright beneath the ever-loving sun,
now lies matted red.
Red is the colour of love.
Only so when inside one's body.
Outside, it's called violence.
- Ria <3
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Comments1
Clever the use of symbols in this poem nicely done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
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