The Window Sills

A billions years to erase one scar,

Yet the marks still seep on the inside,

Gun shots had blared and my heart skipped a beat,

Those memories were all that I’d wished had died.

A criminal deserved of execution,

The court glaring down his sweaty brow,

A flicker of hope, for avengement, for sanctuary,

But like a seed, my optimism met a plow.

He was meant to be gone,

Life was meant to be perfect,

I was meant to be liberated

Of this pain, this misery, this defect.

Now like a boiling vat of lava,

Coursing down a slope of molten rock,

The rage trickles down and bubbles serendipitously,

Vengeance closes in like a cage and I need no lock.

I grow up through the days,

A smile adorned to my face,

The facade beneath its looming presence,

Swings around like an unchained mace.

And when the moment finally comes,

And opportunity lends me its fateful hand,

I meet the perpetrator of such inglorious crimes,

And feel all pain trickling away like a grain of sand.

His cheeky smile and blood-stricken lips,

Crimson red to contrast his werewolf teeth,

And a single quiver but trembles through my being,

As the pulling of this trigger could finally tie up his feet.

But as the clock hits midnight,

And his sentience still persists,

I feel my own emotions swelling,

A self incarnated cyst.

And I realize that the world doesn’t work,

If affliction bounces forth from one villain to the next,

The bullet may pierce his heart but,

To me its flurry projects.

So in the shackles ‘round his arms,

His head a trophy case,

He rots throughout a prison cell,

And blood doesn’t flow to vengeance’s space.

The world is preserved,

And everything seems dandy,

While terror is subdued,

By a whisk of brandy.

Punishing those who want to watch the world burn,

Is as much of a fantasy as a being infatuated by peace,

As the real way to win the race after all,

Is to let one’s resentment be muffled in its own fleece.

So as my teeth remain gritted,

And the course of this tort stays unfulfilled,

We all need a hand to pull us back,

And make us watch things resolve from the window sills.