Self-revenge
is a dish lived well,
best served out in the dark
and cold of a spell you've cast
a lot for. Hell, you have drawn
the short straw.
Big surprise! Do tell.
It's the longest and only straw
in the hand you offered yourself
and picked yourself to fall
where you land. You fell to earth
here. And now. You took up this stand,
and you won't care how.
For whatever comes next, you have
all you have left, and this one vow
will be spent and discharged, exhausted
bereft and bent.
For what you have done, unrepentantly.
You will make you pay to the nth degree,
and it won't be enough 'til you stare
at the wall. Watching the blood run cold
and stall.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, December 07, 2020
self-revenge
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