Non -sense

By V.C.Willow

Sat, 14 May 2011
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I touch the window
& follow the rain
Wishing it was acid
Falling on your brain

I smell the sewer
It's putrid smell
Desiring that you
Were burning in hell

I taste the poison
Bitter and sweet
& long that you were
Begging at my feet

I hear the pounding
As they take you away
A smile of relief
I hope you will pay

I see the destruction
It crumbles, unwell
Your smug, smarmy smile
A sick tale it tells

Written 1997

Certificate 15
Poem
Poetry old and new
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Comments

Submitted by L G Meadows on
Great poem. I've felt that way about a few people!

 

Submitted by V.C.Willow on
Thanks LG. Wrote this a long, long time ago when I was still a teenager. As cheap therapy it worked really well as I've forgiven the person now and let it go but I think you can tell how I felt at the time I wrote this. Thanks for the nice comment. VC