The Quiet One.. - Poem by Elyai Honarah
Feel the wrath of my anger.
It is because of you.
I could reach down to your neck
Grip it and not let go.
My fists are clenched,
Within them the pain, the lies and the mistakes.
I will never let go.
My heart once light and free,
Now stained black and imprisoned by fury.
Just because I’m the quiet one,
You can’t deceive me like you did.
I’ll show you what the quiet ones can do.
The darkness within, the hidden strength.
Be afraid… Friend.
Call it evil, if you must. But you haven’t seen anything yet…
The quiet one will have her revenge.
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