Your Choice of Poison

Your voice is laced with hate

as you spit words at me.

Don't you realize it's hopeless,

senseless,

pointless

to try to destroy me?

My smile is poison to you,

yet it is still your drug of choice.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. Last two lines was outstanding. What we want and what we need does get twist up. A outstanding poem.
Coyote