Rancour
By Coralie Rowe
Vengeance will be mine
Just wait and see
The anger and ire
That grows within thee
I am the spite
The rueful conception
Of all you withhold
Formed in utmost deception
I am the malice
That will over take
Your thoughts, your will
I grow with your hate
I am the predator
The depraved, the cruel
Vindictiveness spawned
An unwinding spool
Bringing belligerence
Filled with hostility
I am the rancour
You cannot set free
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