Old Hate

Friend turns to foe

As enemy fire turns towards our place

Our home bursts into flames

As I see you pray.

Outside the night rampages on

A storm brewing far above.

My eyes are closed

Yet there's a smile on your face.

The ending should feel terrifying

However there's peace in your gaze

Your hand holds strongly onto mine

As if this is nothing more than another day.

The screams of our daughters

Fill the cold crushing night

Their sharp devastated cries

Grow painful inside my mind.

Their pale green caring eyes

Become devoid of emotions

While all along your hand holds the lighter

That got our house on fire.

The situation was dire

But it's still no excuse.

For what you've done

You should have burned.

Even if your hand hides

The cause of my pain

Even if my hands were the trigger

That doesn't mean next time I'll fail.

Be prepared, I'll come back one day

Just wait for your turn

And smile as you burn

Just like today.

Reviews

[sette]

this is one emotional poem