VENGENCE

VENGEANCE



What goes back to come back,
To remind you of your scares’,
What always remains incandescent,
In the darkest of thoughtful stairs.


As you reach out for something good,
You think it’s gone forever,
And second you make a blunder,
Comes back it, with its gruesome plunder.


It tortures; annihilates.
And visualizes your hates.
For your traitor your foe
With nightmares as arrows in his bow.



It makes your horrors mobile,
A serpent you can see recoil,
With poison exemplenary,
Your enemy is your memory.