Slay Without A Qualm Poem by Sophia White

It was a fool thing to do;
Even more so when you told it,
And spoke so flippant too
As if it were no thing to hold it.
Perhaps you thought you clever;
Perhaps you didn’t think.
This latter seems to lever
The issue in a wink.
Such a matter’s weighty;
At least for one as me.
My options aren’t lately
What they used to simply be.
I could really gnaw it
And tremble with my hate;
Or act to’ve softly bought it
Like the food set on one’s plate.
I may well soon forget it,
And you will never know;
Just as like you will regret it
And suffer ‘neath my row.
I can always leave you,
Walk away without a care
(Never finding what I’d hoped to)
As if you were never there.
I sit and ponder darkly,
Your fate well in my palm:
Forget and go on starkly
Or slay without a qualm?