Cast It Out Poem by Paul Reed

"I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine"

From ‘A Poison Tree' by William Blake

The sun once burned bright
In the outside sky
That wrapped my head around,
But the glow of the light
Entered my eye
And now does me confound;

For the light has turned to fire
That scorches the soul
That does but trip and hinders,
My serenity lost to ire
My future to spent coal
All hope turned to cinders;

So now I must cast it out
This self-imposed ill
This devil of my own creation
Put an end to the rout
Empty resentment's fill
Bring back life's celebration.