Revenge Yourself - Poem by Phil Whittaker
Death is subtle in his deception,
I thought he was coming...
Yet again the attempt fails,
Why don't I just give up?
Because even when I try I fail.
Talent strewn through my career,
Never used, but there none the less,
Genius prevails the vapour of my breathe.
Why was it never used?
Why was it abused?
Now I want nothing but revenge.
I abused myself, I used me,
Now I ponder,
How to revenge yourself?
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