Revenge

Can't you see my dying limb?
  No, you can't. You're blind and dim.

Biting back!
  No one can hold
all my pitfalls,
  scale the mold.

You have knowledge,
  but you're not;
    with the tide, your blood did clot.

Life, not love, holds much for you.
  Learn to live or turn bright blue.

Can't you see my dying whim?
  No, you can't. Your blind and tined.

Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

Nice poem Hope. Love the rhyming you used throughout the poem. Really enjoyed reading it :)