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.