Wretched Contrast :: dav1d :: Original Poetry

Wretched Contrast

Deep inside of me,

My soul cries out to me,

“Flee…..FLEE!!!”

Leave this oh so wretched bitch,

Cover her with ash and pitch,

Lying there,

Dying there,

Crying there,

In her deep adulterous ditch,

“Oh Woe” say I of troubled mind,

Filled with pain, “oh how unkind”,

I hesitate,

Contemplate,

Want to wait,

I smile instead, “oh well that’s fate”,

A strange calm then embraces me,

Suddenly from her I’m free,

Shrug my shoulders one last time,

Rid of the witch, which was not mine.