Natural Revenge

I confess I anger. And often rage.
I used to think them as my children
And brought them sustenance in drops.
Never wavered. If I ever was
Too rough it was never as complaint.
But only as a leading on to what
Would only befit them in the future.
But then they grew - grew far too much
And kicked my other children often,
Too often for my taste, so then
I raged and raved. I grew only angrier
The more they grew. The many they became
It felt like fleas on fur. I confess I now
Want rid of their being. What once I loved
I loathe. I hate. I even wish.
They’d never been born. So now I flood.
I lick land out their feet. I make them bleed.
But they persevere just like a leech
Clinging on to the metal of the sink
Even though you’ve salted every inch
And even turned the faucet on.



Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-10-25 at 16:39

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