Two Graves Poem by Randy McClave

I had hated her with all of my might
When I thought of her, my lip I would bite,
I wanted to exact a punishment for her doing me wrong
Which made me weak, and her happy and strong.
Every night before I went to bed
I wished and I thought how to bring her dread,
Her soul and her reputation I wanted to whittle
So, I slept, very, very little.
I reminisced everyday what she had done to me
Her lying and her cheating and her thievery,
And how she did it with a smile upon her face
My floor, with vengeance I would continually pace.
I spent my days seeking retaliation
As though she was a hostile and a evil nation,
I still remember how my soul she did treat
Now I couldn't, or wouldn't eat.
I wanted revenge for what she had done
But, never with a weapon or a knife or a gun,
I wanted her life to become traumatic and worse
As though God himself, had gave her a curse.
I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror
I saw hate and evil, pain and even some fear,
In that hate I then decided I didn't want to live
So, on my knees to God, I asked him to please forgive.
When I had thought of revenge because of her cheating and lying
I along with my soul was slowly and spiritually dying,
That is how I once lived my hours and even my days;
Remember when you seek revenge, you best dig two graves.

Randy L. McClave