i'm back.
a general rule,
do not cross me.
one chance, one life,
that's it.
NO. Exceptions.
There is a deadline for admission.
for an apology, face to face
no bland, empty text messages.
grow up and face the truth of what you did,
and i'll consider a second chance.
but no,
they're too proud to mingle with the ones like me
to kneel before their truth and admit defeat
they'd rather die from hatred than find peace
because war is what they see fit for the ones like me
they hold no courage
or compassion or empathy
cannot comfort the one who asks them to change
because their soul is blackened
charred in an irreversible swarm of embers
and that is why,
you're dead to me.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Comments (1)
Seriously there are so many people like that. We don't need them in our life. Loved your poem!