Red Mist
Red mist collects in the corners of my mind
Clouding many images that should be clear
Confusion greets my thoughts I find
And my eyes begin to tear.
Revenge burns within me
Rage beats like I have two hearts
Contentment and peace I cannot see
Wait until the healing starts.
Come the day when all is forgiven
When, I cannot say
Weakness and pain now are given
At the end of each working day.
To this I am condemned most unfairly
No act of mine did warrant this charge
And now fallen I can raise my head barely
For my burden is overly large.
Please come the day when it’s finally over
And my waking won’t be with regret
Then I will walk in fields of sweet clover
And those wrongs I will gladly forget.
Copyright © Richard Francis | Year Posted 2009
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