Vengance Poem by Elliott Paul Woolhouse

Vengance



I walk along this city street,
The loud sound of feet,
Why can’t anyone see?
Why aren’t they talking to me?

I don’t want to hear your cheek,
Just remember that I’m not weak,
You won’t survive this night,
In this blood thirsty fight.

Ripping and Screaming,
Tearing and Bleeding,
Hoping I’m dreaming,
Vengeance I’m needing.

An outcast from this Earth,
Needing an eternal re-birth,
But before that day,
I remain this mutant way.

Sentenced, Unfair,
Crime, I’m here,
Vengeance…
Let me free…

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Elliott Paul Woolhouse

Elliott Paul Woolhouse

Greymouth, New Zealand
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