It’s all within my hands
I have the power to destroy
I knew that I was different
Knew it since I was a boy
I was mocked for being special
I was beaten, bruised and scarred
It left a chasm in my soul
My faith in man forever marred
And now the time is coming
Soon will come the fateful day
Retribution slowly rising
Every one of you shall pay
And while you may call me evil
As I stage my grand assault
You should look within your mirror
This die that’s cast is your own fault
©The Beginning At Last
Hmmm. This poem reminds me of a character called Raistlin from an old Dragonlance series. You are very consistent in the tone of your work, and you use it well, Kevin.
Heartfelt Kevin, this resonates with my, for a second I thought maybe we grew up together but then I realized The gorilla’s I knew then didn’t have a moon weasel. No really, a great poem that touched me. 🏆🏆🏆
Fantastically ominous and yet you feel for this person, who now has power in their hands so they may seek their revenge. 👏 👏 Amazing, as always!
I’ll politely disagree with some of the earlier comments. That story sounds alot like me (good writing BTW!), but I’ve never gone down that path. Evil is always a choice. Hollywood promotes sociopath behavior anymore; I hurt so I’m entitled to hurt others, etc… Sympathetic villains, antiheroes, heroes that know better than the law and society. The idea of the traditional hero is all but dead in modern storytelling.
Standing up against evil or calling it out is one thing. Going out of one’s way to hurt others is wrong though.
Mini-rant aside, keep up the good writing Kevin.
The Beginning At Last 
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