Jez Wong

What Evil Is

Evil waits,
As silent as nothing,
Held in a frail wooden cage,
Waiting to be unleashed.

Evil is a shadow,
Dark and foreboding.
An anger,
Following in our footsteps.

Evil is a wound,
Raw and bleeding.
A deep cut,
Walking hand in hand with pain.

Evil is a blazing flame,
Burning and consuming.
A flicker of destruction,
Unpredictable.

Evil is a cracked image,
The reflection in a smashed mirror.
A twisted reflection,
Of ourselves.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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