Turn the Page

A tale of vengeance

turn the page

turn the page

see myself at another age

another place

another face

memory of a time i can’t replace

time slips by in the blink of an eye

before you know it’s left you behind

turn the page

turn the page

a playground and a smile

how i hate

and contemplate

my vengeance on he who sent you to the grave

i close my eyes and a see you there

encrusted sienna in your golden hair

turn the page

turn the page

again i see you smiling at me

another tear

wish you were here

i won’t see you again i fear

turn the page

turn the page

i’ve reached the end of you

i feel the blade

that i have made

it will pierce the flesh of the evil not yet named

i hear his cries echoing in my head

before too long white turns to sienna red

turn away 

turn away

i am at peace with what i have done

it is done

it is done

now i wait to see what next will come

Reviews

[KWP]

wow ... a great little story within these lines ... at peace with what they have done ... wow ... easy as that hey?

Your poem is great, has a fresh, unique feel about it. each stanza drawing you into the next ... great job xx

[Bradley G. Patterson]

Thank you very much!