Through Their Eyes - For Contest

Intended as a soliloquy

Could this man have been a killer?
In dark pursuit of ones demise.
Steadfast vengeance as my pillar
Consumed resolve, no compromise.

No greater gift, there is but life
Yet blood stained hands I seek to claim.
A placid lamb now armed with knife
Purloined harmony has enflamed.

Now here I tread upon the hunt
Within a stones throw of my prey
Eye for an eye he must confront
I close my own for strength this day.

Lost memories do flood my mind
Those better times before the grey.
Family joy long since declined
Emotions spilt in disarray.

He’s seen me now I’ve broken stealth
Instead of fear I see his mirth.
I can’t claim back what was my wealth
Yet I return him to the earth.

What creature have I just become?
Bound to bitterly seek revenge.
I sought rapture, instead I’m numb
My daughters death I have avenged.
 
1st August 2016

*fictional however I sought a  
motive that would induce a 
parent to kill.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Haight Avatar
August 11, 2016 at 5:51 PM
Very powerful and sad, Mark. Congratulations on your fine placement in the contest. Sandra
Chansarkar Avatar
August 11, 2016 at 3:31 PM
Congrats Mark,this is a powerful story of revenge!
Y. Avatar
August 11, 2016 at 2:41 PM
Hi Mark, Congratulations on your winning write. It was well deserved: -) Alexis
Turner Avatar
August 1, 2016 at 6:28 AM
You would be correct. You have done well in an excellent poem Mark. Very poetic indeed. Good luck in contest.
Woods    Avatar
August 1, 2016 at 1:06 PM
A number of the population are born with a gene marker to be killers, except it is a peculiar set of circumstances which create the trigger for them to carry out such acts. Nature is formed by nurture for most murderers. If that was reversed I imagine the emotional angst would be high.
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