Words dancing like squirrels feet
Scampering through my head
They go faster faster to a frantic beat
Do they lessen the sense of dread?
The words are my words
Thoughts are my thoughts
No longer like broken swords
Never again to be dulled with phrases
Such as maybe, could or ought.
You’ve misunderstood me long enough
I’ll fight until the death
The world where you threatened tough
Has ended and you misread my intent
Let me be very clear once friend
I’ve learned how to fight by stealth
This is not a quiet warning war of words
You have never seen me angry
It’s there for the times I need use it
I have gored like an angry bull
Through bigger not stopping at blood
Carrying on to destruction and only
The leftover strands of something once
Described as human
Do not keep pushing, poking, prodding
I may be a human of faith
Untethered I can become the savage animal
Who would heed your call for mercy?
Ailsa
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