Wednesday, December 15, 2021

Resentment

resentment finds a harbor in the heart
it settles into that seaside shanty
sparks a spitting smoking fire in the hearth
and guards the door, a mirthless vigilante

steel your will take up arms and drive him out
for it will soot each vent and envelope
in panic pestilence will never rout
and sooner burns its host and every hope

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