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Poem: Trending on dangerous grounds.



Trending on dangerous grounds.

My past is a terrible curse,
A lot I cannot reverse,
For in love I chose to believe,
N my heart has a bad disease,
Nothing to me is making sense,
I'm confused like a lost mongoose. 


Have you ever been hurt,
In ur fingertips felt ur heartbeat,
No, you have never lost,
You have no heart,
Pain is the least in your list,
You deserve to return to dust. 


Does torture give you pleasure,
Is it the will of ur nature,
I hate the sight of ur stature,
My anger tonight has no measure,
N my desire gives me pressure,
I dread for revenge like a hungry vulture.


Ever since you left this nation,
You have managed to blur my vision,
And all my imagination,
Drained away by your treason.
But I will not apologize, for channeling your destination. 


Tomorrow I'll take the first flight,
You will witness the swift,
The gravity and the feel of my fist,
I will drag you back to my nest, 
Where I will ruin you and sweep you off your feet.   

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