709. Poem by Jaden Knight

From the very first slap
a fire was ignited inside the child
small at first but slowly growing
one of the desire for vengeance
no matter how long it would take

The rivers of tears did not put out the flames
if anything it helped bring more fuel
a hatred had been formed deep within
one that could not easily be dispelled

As the abuse continued it just added more wood
the blaze becoming an inferno
you could almost see it through their skin
especially when they clenched their fists

In the darkness it grows out of control
ready to explode into rage fuelled vengeance
the child will rise up to even the balance
those who struck them will feel the wrath
until the fire inside finally burns out
leaving only stone cold ash behind