CONSIDER
If you leave your present life,
I will follow you,
Give you my
Own,
Stay until every spark of your soul
Turns to dust and the stunning
Realization
Sets in that you were wrong and
Miss her something
Awful.
Poems
JONAH
Within wrath's heat
I am a captive of a devil holding me
By the tongue as I spew out
Hateful
Angry
Bitter words. Oh, I am possessed,
Ranting out evil that never can
Be retrieved.
Where have I gone, I ask,
As the devil whispers to me lovingly,
Gone to a dark place deep inside.
And I suffer sorrow
Such sorrow such pitiful regret that I
Wish myself dead.