snarling hatred that i will never yield
A RubyRed Original Poem
no.
i will not yield.
not behind here,
not through word of mouth
not even when i stand opposite you,
i will never yield.
...
i see you for what you are.
my words, flaming arrows,
aimed for your heart of molten hatred.
a bully.
that is my name for you.
no. powerless is your label.
strike hard, little rats.
i fear nothing.
i hate everything.
not even you can stop me.
because i am your worst
most feared predator
one apex
aligned with gods and goddesses among my own feline friends.
cross the line
I dare you.
And i've already gone first,
as is my custom of destroying inconveniences.
no sympathy served here!
forevermore i will not be beaten, tackled or shackled
i will only attack.
and yes, those snarls and snaps and scratches.
and all of those punches,
along with the endless list of tiny itty bitty grudges
are personal.
🙂.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts."
- William Shakespeare
Consider this a doorway to my heart and soul. 🌱
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Comments (3)
Excellent poetry! Visceral imagery!
Very powerful poem! I freaking loved it!
nice