Revenge

So...I was cleaning out that ominous area under the bed--I'll never know what I find there! Well, I chanced to find a poem which I wrote last summer. I had just gotten off of work, and was waiting for a ride from my parents, and I felt like writing. I had also just finished reading Act 1 of Hamlet, so that probably influenced my thoughts as I wrote this. Enjoy!!

Revenge

Backstabbing,

Biting words

That fly through the air

Poison darts, embedding

Into the other's skin

The words seeping through

The pores

Flowing through the veins,

Straight to the heart

Causing a painful

Distortion of communication itself

And, if received in a certain way,

Create a transformation into a

Hideous receiver of evil who

Wishes only to seek revenge,

To send back more deadly

Darts, to strike harsher, more

Painful.

The looming vendetta grows

From a small, wicked desire

Into a hideous monster,

Thrashing throughout the

Earth, laying waste to all.

And with every stab at

Another, a harsher stab

Embeds itself into the monstrous

Hideous heart of stone.

The vendetta rages on,

Destroying itself slowly

But surely,

Piece

By piece

Until all is gone

But Despair

Who skulks

And sneaks about

Whispering, hissing

"This is what

Comes to you, you

Hideous monster of Revenge.

All is gone from you

But Me."

And slowly, Despair reaches out its

Arms of death,

And embraces

The vengeful soul.