The Lightening bug

A dagger pierces into my heart, ripping it into two parts. Your scarce words penetrate deep. I want to cry, shout in despair yet I am mute in grief. You twist the dagger without remorse, yet I stand still. All I see is a hollow facade shrouded in betrayal, misery and glimpse of hate. You have done me wrong, I agree. Unfortunately dear, I cannot be broken as I was never one. Rejoice all you want in your short lived victory for an injured raven in a gilded cage, I’ll seek my revenge.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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