You walk away in anger and in rage,
Seething, and cruel purpose ricochet.
You don’t pause, you don’t think
Of tears in the fabric, cracks in the brick.
Compassion doesn’t war, pride wins
Stoking a fire, that ego brings.
As you burn, it births vehemence-
Sire thoughts that plot of revenge.
Consequences cease to matter,
Gratification rules, narcissist in nature.
Gone is kindness, emotions in rubbles
Forgotten are bindings, the connection
In happiness gone by, the joy in troubles,
Now all you seek is pure destruction.
Guria - The Misfit Girl™
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