Frederick Naish Poet Free verse

flip a coin

two sides to every coin
sometimes, 
the head speaks
while the tail roars
twisted by the pain
tales of their fame
an infamous villain
sent to the stockade

Tales told, and evils sold
A penchant for vengeance 
Minded by spite, and grounded in hate
You'll hear the story 
just a few years too late

Heads determined to seek recompense 
at slights imagined, and time spent 
A fury at circumstance 
with cries of hardship wrought
but only one side of this story
Were you taught

Trading tales, the currency of fools
Fortuna, does she not favour the bold?
Gossip and drama, a Zero-sum game
The noise an empty claim to fame

Did I wrong, did I err?
Did I drown in drunken stupor?
All this is true, and yet more
tales of my benders
are true for sure
But only one side of this story
were you taught

if you ever find your mind slipping away
when deadly misfortune comes to prey
friends turning away, to the tune of spite
hearing tales of the evil you've wrought
and one by one, they break your heart
Remember
it's predictable as the light follows dark

Heads determined to seek recompense 
at slights imagined, and time spent 
A fury at circumstance 
with cries of hardship wrought
but only one side of this story
Were you taught

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