Jennifer Wood Poetry

Unrelenting torment raining down upon me.
Reside in the hells of your misery.
If I were to rip open your chest, with the painful sting of a hundred daggers,
Would I find a heart beating beneath the surface?
Or rather, a dead entity left to rot?
Would a single tear repel down your cheek?
Would you even feel the sting of the steel as it was pressed deeply into your chest?

It is true, I feel sorrow.
Yet the sorrow that lies deep within me is for you.
There are those who send out their love on the open wings of a dove.
Waiting for it to be accepted.
Yet the fire courses through your veins.
The moment the dove graces your fingertips, it burns alive and falls to the ground.
Lifeless and without hope, as you have left me.

Do you show this animosity to every soul you encounter along this journey?
Why must you drain the life right out of me?

You are a sinner.
You are a dark stranger coming to introduce me to my demise.
You are a vampire in the night.
Stalking me silently, without any love or feelings to be had.
Just the craving to kill and the urge to satisfy his lust for blood and carnage.
I long to have all traces of you purged from my heart by the time the sun rises again tomorrow.

My memories are forever stained as long as your bitter hate resides inside of me.
This negativity roasting my insides to the core.
Why is it that the dead still roam the earth amongst the living?
Is it their need to indulge in the sins of mortality?
Or perhaps, it is simply that they are unaware their time has passed.

How can the pure live amongst the evil, side by side, and not be corrupted into its darkness?
Zeus casts his wrath down upon me.
Except for this time, it is not in vengeance but in support.
He passes down his mighty thunderbolts to me,
I grasp the gold firmly between my fingertips.
My palms are clammy and uncertain as I align my shot for the kill.

Who would ever expect an assassin sent from the heavens?
Sent to punish the wicked and banish them from the luxuries of living.
I watch knowingly from the clouds above.
Perched on a ledge,
A fallen angel which descends upon mere mortals.

Shall I succumb to the sin and let evil overpower the good?
Or shall I stay true in my virtue?

I long to fire, as I prepare for this final blow.
I long to pierce you as you have pierced me.

True love is patient.
Forgiveness is divine.

As of now, I am out of both.
Good night baby.

Poet: Jennifer Wood