It was only one dirty word <br />You had thrown in my face <br />My right eye caught it like it <br />Were a hand <br />My tears carried the word <br />Like a virus to my veins <br />Infecting all my organs <br />As I got sick the following days <br />Of my life <br /> <br />I know what happens next <br />But I cannot just die until <br />I vomit that dirty word <br />That now I throw back <br />At you, then the rest becomes <br />History, <br /> <br />Some eulogies are written <br />As a compromise <br />Of this hate, <br />This one is for you <br />That you rest in peace <br />As I wait <br />For my own peace too <br />In my own time sooner <br />Than tomorrow.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stained-and-even/
