Wrath

Never once

did you ever do

more that mouth platitiudes

for ripping me apart.

You stole from me

innocence

laughter

life

leaving me

bereft

depressed

destroyed.

Anger stole in

replacing all that was good

as the past roiled and burned

searing my soul

my heart

my very being.

As I stand over you

watching the blood of your life

flow from your desperate body

grudgingly I forgive

for I want not

a wraith of a monster

held close by my wrath.

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