"Seven" (poem)

By Luke Labern

Reinvent yourself: cool off after drama,
So lie to everyone, to restore your karma.
Silly blood, rushing to your wicked head!
Anger struck, and believe me, love for you is dead.
Not a child, no get-out clauses --
When you acted harshly, where were your pauses
Of regret? No: you can't have your life back.
Your train of thoughts? Came well off the track,
Now I can't forgive, and forgetting is out
Of the question: Your pitiful Pinnochio snout,
It reveals the truth that's missing...
I'm the venomous snake at your heels, hissing --
Spewing out just the stuff to end your life.
There's hatred everywhere... 2009 and running rife;
Why did you have to do all that?
See, now I'm transforming, it's crazy, but I'm a cat...
Not domesticated, not like you... I'm a lion
And bloodlust rain is falling: I've pumped the iron,
You made the mistake...
So now your life, I'm going to take.

A Poem,
Published 28 January 2012



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