Aorabee Vyangel Poet Free verse

The Wage of Troublemaking

I stepped on his nerves
   And like a dog, he got to me
      Making me feel his vicious mood
         Like a sweet bitten apple 
            That tastes the anger of the tooth
His furious mood keeps me running
   Away from the vicinity
      To dodge the punishment
His rapid footsteps behind me
   Weakening my mind
His grunts, warning his closing up
   My mind, weakening and falling apart
What would be of me? 
   When he puts me down
      And hold my limbs in both arms
         For the capital punishment
           For I was once told 
            The wage of troublemaking is pain

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Beata Agustin February 4, 2022 at 10:01 PM "Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. Meanwhile, I welcome you with God's love, expressed in John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you."