Weapon of Choice



My grief abounds, brought to the surface

Pain I’ve held at bay far too long

Friends taken too soon,

Lonely memories of a woeful heart

Christmas isn’t always a time of joy


Inflicted pain pays back pain inflicted

I need the tears of angels to wash my soul,

To remove the anguish of your stain


Angry rants, seemed justified at the time

Now I see they are completely unnecessary

A solution presents, simplistic as it is –

I will write you into history,

Your legacy will be as I leave it.


(PhotoPin: photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/jwynia/118805839/”>J Wynia</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a&gt; <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/”>cc</a&gt; )

19 responses »

  1. It reminds me of the Chinese operative who was recently arrested with a pen that contained a lethal injection. It really is true in another sense. *sigh* A request for a happy Christmas post before the Christmas. Please, please!

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