The Poison

Always holding on to your hate,

How much more of your life will you waste?

Is it worth it, the way you live--

To hold the grudges and never forgive?

I never knew exactly how much

This sickening poison could eat you up.

It flows through you, thick and black--

Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever come back

To the world of the living and the world of the free

But you have got to want this so much more than me

Instead, I simply hope that until then

I can do my best by being a friend.

Author's Note

thoughts and reactions?

Reviews

[quinfinn]

wow, this sounds intensely personal. i sense this is from a genuine part of your reality. very gritty and deeply moving to read i applaud the genuine concern and the honesty. stellar write!

[Siren]

It's amazing how even in my stubbornness I undermine myself. The first two stanzas were written in my journal, and I suppose the rest just came. Some days I'm so determined to hate the whole world, but I find myself questioning my actions. Thanks for the review quinny--I really appreciate it.