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Bitterness

The First Cut is Always the Deepest.

By Midnight BluePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

The cut is always the deepest,

The most fatal,

When it comes from those we hold most dear...

A bond that once was strong,

Traversed even the darkest paths,

Has now come to a crossroads

A line has been drawn...

Your misery will not have my company,

Your misplaced anger will not have my blood,

You have chosen a path that I will not follow,

Your hate, a word I cannot speak.

My heart has broken, once more...

Our shared blood, never a guarantee...

You chose to point a misguided finger at me...

No...

NO!

NOT FOR NOTHING!!

Will I walk away...

You have joined the ranks of the extremist,

Those filled with hate...

Those that respond in kind...

That I cannot

and will not condone.

What happened to your kind soul?

Your intelligence?

Your loving heart?

When did you turn to hate as a way to live?

An eye for an eye,

Leaves EVERYONE BLIND...

Through your pain,

That you cannot or will not see.

You attack blindly,

Full of rage,

Cutting at anything with a pulse...

Where does your knife land?

Remember who the enemy really is Dear One...

Or can you not even see that truth anymore?

sad poetry

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