Karma delayed
Passing by the meadow, I saw you kneel down,
sobbing silently, beside my open grave.
Standing behind you, with a bloodied knife,
I reminisced about the time, you were more brave.
You might have killed me, ruthlessly that night,
With a rosy smile though, I did wait.
Blood flowed on the floors, rich in revenge,
I screamed and squirmed, but to no avail.
Karma has its strange ways, so it seems today,
for here you are love, my perfect beautiful bait.
You look so lovely tonight, just like you did that day
seconds before you meet death, isn't that great.
Don't worry honey, it's love, not hate.
YOU ARE READING
3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoezieWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
