Something I once laid claim to
Erroneously
I am not kind.
I know that now.
Soft, compassionate, caring; yes.
Kind; no.
To be kind is to give succor and sweetness to those against you.
To help and ease their pain.
To be nice when they are not.
I am not kind.
Too often do I dream of retribution.
Lex dura, sed lex.
I am coming for you.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology
PoetryA collection of Poems and maybe short starts to fics? Mostly Poems right now.