You came for me with blade in hand,
you didn’t speak,
you didn’t yell,
you didn’t even bat an eye
when I told you to go to hell,
from left to right, then right to left,
you slashed across my open chest,
I held my breath
and braced for pain,
for steal to cut
through skin and vein,
but nothing happened…
Had you missed?
Could luck so marvelous
exist?
I looked at you
then I looked down,
and there lay dying
on the ground
some parasite,
some putrid mound,
that twitched
then stopped without a sound.
How did you know
how did you see,
the parasite devouring me?
Though it was latched
upon my chest,
I never knew,
I never guessed,
if not for you
I’d soon have died
by slow and steady
homicide,
forgive me, friend,
you loved me well,
when I told you
to go to hell…
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!
What that about Joseph and his brothers? If you did not do evil, all the good would not have come to pass. ???????????
Don’t think the phrase “some putrid mound” should ever be used in a poem that is written to inspire. A twitching putrid mound!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!
Maybe at Halloween.
Love all of these comments, haha! It is a rough image, but the “putrid mound” is meant to represent awful things such as addiction and other vices that eat us alive and that we cannot always see clearly ourselves. Thankfully, we often have others in our lives that love us well and will help us remove those “parasites” even when we don’t recognize them ourselves.