Two Graves

I had hated her with all of my might When I thought of her, my lip I would bite, I wanted to exact a punishment for her doing me wrong Which made me weak, and her happy and strong. Every night before I went to bed I wished and I thought how to bring her dread, Her soul and her reputation I wanted to whittle So, I slept, very, very little. I reminisced everyday what she had done to me Her lying and her cheating and her thievery, And how she did it with a smile upon her face My floor, with vengeance I would continually pace. I spent my days seeking retaliation As though she was a hostile and a evil nation, I still remember how my soul she did treat Now I couldn't, or wouldn't eat. I wanted revenge for what she had done But, never with a weapon or a knife or a gun, I wanted her life to become traumatic and worse As though God himself, had gave her a curse. I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror I saw hate and evil, pain and even some fear, In that hate I then decided I didn't want to live So, on my knees to God, I asked him to please forgive. When I had thought of revenge because of her cheating and lying I along with my soul was slowly and spiritually dying, That is how I once lived my hours and even my days; Remember when you seek revenge, you best dig two graves. Randy L. McClave