Burgeoned Grudges

The tapestry of trust has unwoven. A smile that wore a friend’s embrace, has faced erosion.

I built you temples of faith and belief, even when others saw you as a thief. Now you’ve carved them to ruins with silent grief.

It was one thing to gossip of my past. But to speak ill of a brother who passed, it was that moment I knew your level of disloyalty was en masse.

The only thing that plays in my mind when you speak on the dead is to box you in, send you to hell to kill you again. Though I carry that mentality within, the blight you already have, is the karma that has blended you in.

It will kill before I will.