I have been wronged...

Wronged in my mind,

wronged in my soul.

I've placed the blame,

yes, that was my goal.

When bad things happen,

which they surely will,

the person to blame,

I may even wish to kill.

They are the ones,

who brought me this fate.

They placed the burden,

of revenge on my plate.

They caused the reaction,

playing this cruel game.

They caused the consequence,

of manifesting my blame.

They must deserve,

my wrath so dutiful.

It cannot be possible,

that my anger is futile.

How could it be,

that they should not pay?

Wasn't it their choice,

to fold or to stay?

Why should I hold,

the striking of my hand?

Aren't I the king,

of judgment in my land?

Then what is this question,

in the corner of my mind?

Why is there this glimmer?

I refuse to be kind!

Yet the glimmer,

breaks my hold,

on my judgment,

which was so bold.

The glimmer is a thought,

which I did not create.

A thought that questions judgment,

in any form and any shape.

For if I release,

if my hesitation wanes,

And I bring down my hand,

and cause another pain,

the glimmer that made,

these questions arise,

shows me something new,

something beyond me, and wise.

It shows me the truth,

about the pain of being wronged.

That this pain will continue,

like the striking of a gong.

If I perpetrate pain,

upon someone deserving,

the pain is the constant,

it continues preserving.

I'm aiding and abetting,

I'm showing pain the way,

to flow from body to body,

giving pain a home in which to stay

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