Poison (part 3)

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Moments of horror plague memories

All the while the personified pain smiles

Clapping your hurts, saluting your inadaquacies

Without remorse or second thought

The poison within lurks and leaves black despair

Your body cries out at what troubles the poison brought

Bury your head in the sand, old man

And deny that the poison is there at all

It will leave behind, in its dark kind, all it can