{Author's Note}
let's have the poem for
A Vendetta
Someone hurt you like dying
and you want to take your revenge.
How will you do that?
Will you make him suffer more than what he did?
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Rushed my feet to the roof
Climbing the stairs of darkness
No any thoughts, but to last
Mistake that is not mine, rather yours
Here to guilt your mind
Suffer you, thus, killing you
Ever since, the sins are pains
While for me, more than just of hurt
The clock strikes at eleven
Hell door banged its loudness
Breeze of avenge, touch the feel
I breathe the air of your bit conscience
Everything cannot be stopped
Not an accident, not a murder
Call it suicide, yet, the consequences
Of the deal, breaking my soul to pieces
Holding a memory of you
Got my feet off the ground, twenty feet
It’s not me, it is you
Who never get it right, never knew
Last second of time, you’ll go away
A death with no cue, even of cry
Doing this, not to spring the freedom
But to point the ending, you’ve never wanted.
YOU ARE READING
Write Only Silence
PoetryCollection of unspoken words, feelings and thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Write Only Silence Written by Mr. Whize Copyright © 2011 mrwhize. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story either text or photo may be reproduced, copied, modified, or by any means...
