To you,
Yes you, your limited self.
Arrogance fumes,
From my volatile yet dormant volcano.
How dare you?
Yes you, don't you see?
My finger with shark teeth pointed at you,
Dogged, determined, and a killer.
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I shall make your sublime pay,
One day,
When you shiver in your grave,
Doubting me.
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Wow! Fantastic and volatile anger coming from within this poem, you've portrayed the lack of another's poetical finesse with great accuracy! Totally love how you described your revenge outright, yet subtly silent! Great combination of hurt and anger, couldn't agree with you more, Hardik. Really love your poetry, it's outstanding in my humble opinion, I always love reading it! Don't let it get you down, you have great innate talent that's stands on it's own. Thank you as always for sharing your feelings and heart. RoseAnn