Something so small with no impact on one
Grows large as it crushes the wings of another
A momentary decision
One with no benefit for the director
Creates pain for the actor
Over and over, the strands of time weave
Interspersed amongst the callous and cruel
A hatred grows within the onlooker
Seething, crumbling
Indignation at the lack of foresight
Hatred also grows, and is shaped through
The wings of the fluttering butterfly.
And like the butterfly, my hatred was born
Has taken time to grow
And will fly with vengeance and ruin
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PoetryA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
