I denounce your persistence
Evil mistress robbed my soul
I didn’t need your assistance
Or your deception taking its toll

You preyed on my will
With prowess unmatched
Left me unable to feel
And an itch to be scratched

Scrawl words on my stone
You got what you wanted
Go on and leave me alone
It’s ghastly and haunted

I welcome one final trial
I’ll show the truth to you
The jury will march in file
As they disown what you do

You’re the reason I sinned!
And gave up the fight!
The damage unable to mend
What gave you the right?

I’ll rip off that mask you wear
And wrap it around your throat
Take away your last breath of air
So it’s the last tragedy you wrote.

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A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 07-07-20