The rasp of hatred grates on my nerves,
fingers like talons, poised and ready
to swoop and kill using a twisted mind
but I remain on this cloud, undaunted and steady.
New pain fills the crevases of my mind,
new hurt suffocates me, and my dreams,
throat swollen with venom, eyes glazed,
but up here, only good nature intervenes.
Acceptence is the vital grip to hold,
good will is the only way,
claws retract, venom subsides,
not today Vic, not today. |
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