They say that vengeance kills
Still I wield it in my hands.
It sounds like bliss off the lips
When before my foe it lands.
Vengeance comes like a thief
Folded misery, tucked away.
Still it brings a pleasant light
Into my heart when it is paid.
Retribution is sweet release
Of torturous moments passed.
In time when neatly planned,
It heals my soul once gashed.
Vengeance has a name
Bringing distant memories.
To give you flecks of guilt
Of what you did to me.
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Dark Trails
Poetry** This book has been published on Amazon, revised and edited with altered and added poems. The road is not always paved in marvel, beauty, and love. Sometimes it is the wicked and broken fragments of life that revel the human soul. And with these...
