Poetry list
vendetta
it’s Mine because
I am I love I forgive
it is never a possession
or a right it is the
poison of all life in
our hands and is
vicious in its cycle
unending without the
forgiveness of love and
humility it never stops
here is the darkness of
the soul which lights
the power today in
black night avenging
purging destroying
no tree can stand its
axe or storm save one
on skull hill the scales
of justice have no
balance a restitution
without mercy unalloyed
our feelings strangle our
souls in getting even
retaliation is the
sepsis of our psyche the
sisyphus of our souls
endless pointless
universally futile
vengeance pollutes
cleansed only by the
balm of forgiveness which
flows like a holy stream
from the spring of mercy
bubbling through the
tectonic plates and
basalt and peat of time
and personality there is
a world remade restored
and it starts with the
death love’s death
vendetta’s death
© Neil Thompson 2023