By Thomas Caterer
Contempt leads one way
You can pause and observe
how these unchecked feelings can lead you astray
Jealousy and rage drag you further away
from the child you were, a wise one who knew
life’s purpose was in kindness and play
Growing impatient and cynical is easy
you wear away as a flower wilts, or a tree bends
from nature’s and time’s forces acting boldly
You are the bark chipped off an old Oak
with cruel cutting, scraping tools
contempt has left you exposed, no robe, no cloak
You may not like what see when you cast your gaze
upon a mirror, and you feel the serpent crawl inside of you
that bitter regret for allowing contempt to lead you and leave you in this maze
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