Venom
It spews like a flaming fountain,
From a dark reservoir within.
Fueled by pain and deception.
From behind a mocking grin.
It grows like spreading wildfire,
Fed by jealousy and hate.
From the depths of a dark desire,
Words on hooks are the bait.
Striking like a match underfoot
Burns the soul like acid.
Leaves behind a hot coals of soot,
In a mind that had been placid.
It strikes when least expected,
With the victim most defenseless.
The scornful poison has infected,
The victim shocked and senseless.
What advantage is to be gained,
With these futile displays of spite?
A brutal power that has been feigned,
Because they think they are right.
Copyright © Jeanne Berger | Year Posted 2007
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