Permeate

What do yhou do when every fiber

of your being wants revenge?

Selfish and hauntingly sweet revenge?

 

The kind that scares those around you,

sits inside your mind and permeates

Till it's stronger then any moonshine

the redest of rednecks could make?

 

They're stolen from you

that of which you can never get back,

instead of cry, you sit there and think

 

all the time watching- faking a smile

when needed.

But all the time, it's there- that

lovely, bittersweet thought of revenge,

it never leaves your head.

 

What do you do then?

Author's Note

I wrote this after reading Hamlet