MOCK ELEGY

MOCK ELEGY

For a long time,
to kill, he was mine.
One day I wake up and find he is dead—
I see red.
It was not fair,
I felt like I couldn’t breathe air.
He filled my life with torture,
When he was meant to nurture.

I was supposed to grieve,
But all I felt was relief
And a vindictive rage
That was beyond my age.
As a human, he was an abhorrent abomination,
An abysmal inspiration.
To kill him was supposed to be my salvation,
And yet to waste went my determination.

My vengeance will never be fulfilled,
My trauma forever chilled.
People unaware of my hate
Told me his eulogy was my fate.
So here I write this mock elegy
To add to my anthology.

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