Karma

I heard the news fourth-hand.
I can’t say from a friend of a friend;
The original source is merely an acquaintance
Kept at a distance for good reason.
I heard you were dying today.
A wasting death… poor dear.

After the fifteen years I held onto
Too terrified to leave
Me finally standing up to you…
I didn’t see your rage building with my confidence
Until it was too late.

You tried to kill me.
You wrecked MY son’s home.
You can’t call him yours anymore, thank God.
Holding him hostage in a standoff…
You took his childhood that day,
His friends, everything….

And now you are dying.
A wasting death… poor dear.
I smile every morning as I cherish the news.
You are terminal.
You will slowly waste away in pain
Knowing there is no cure.

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