Scorned (2) Poem by Melvina Germain

She merely wanted to hurt him
she didn't care who else felt the pain
her daggers were strewn
wanting to drive him insane
but the ricochet of pain
plagued the innocents heart and soul
she pulled a dark veil
from the valley of 'I don't care'
wickedly smiling
to hell with all of you there
when you cry, he cries
and she nudged the fingers of pain
deep into the soft spots of ones heart
and delighted like a raven mistress
as the raging love was sure to depart
I'll keep hurting you over and over again
one might ask, what will you receive
when karma finds you late in life
you might recognize the evil laughter
the uncaring words
that once was your true delight
what you give, you receive
in the light of day
in the black of night

Written by: Melvina Germain