The Vault Of Torment

Poem By Seamus O' Brian

From the moment you began to knit,
A defeating of my existence...
To ensure from where you sat,
I would hear you 'hiss'.
As you purposely pieced together,
Your own demise.
And your blindness didn't permit,
Any acknowledgement of it.

And I still think of that scholarship,
You and your 'cronies' saw fit...
To have it ended!
Well...
One day your evilness will upon you return,
With a repayment of a visit.
And you 'will' remember me.
And your misdeeds.
I promise you this!

You 'will' remember your evil deeds,
As long as I can reminisce it,
With a wish to have you haunted.
And...
With my forgiveness.
Since you obviously had no awareness of this,
That I was born a snake handler.

Comments about The Vault Of Torment

wow..... that deep....i like it...


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