I forgive each time
your violence and your roar,
I try to prevent
the scars that leave us sore.
Don’t need an apology,
just an end to this atrocity.
I am tired of your fury
too tired to fight back.
Just please stop this menace
and take a step back.
The anger boils my heart and heats my head
I hope you realise this won’t end well.
Stop I cry!
Stop I yell!
Before it’s too late and our connections dispel.
Through Health and Sickness, Through Boredom and Mischief!
The two kids promised each other their lives, not aware, not bothered by the many consequences that were yet to come. As long as they were young and together, they had nothing to fear.
If I had the power to change the past I would
I don’t care for the consequences
Nor for the unspoken sentences
The past isn’t always good
Taking back something I said
Is not achievable
It’s the game of a turning table
Hopefully happiness waits at the end
I’ll have to carry on
I’ll have to be strong
Forgetting the past
Is the key to make things last.
He handed me the knife firmly, I could feel the difference between the warmth of his skin and the cool touch of the metal. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or not but the situation was definitely intimidating.
He silently nodded and I walked forward, the knife clutched tightly in my right hand, ready to strike. I headed towards today’s task.
My weapon was sharp enough to do the job quickly but my hands were shaking in fear, If I made a mistake it would all be over.
Taking in a deep breath I took one last step to the counter and quickly began chopping the vegetables, this was my test for becoming a permanent chef at a five-star restaurant and I had to do my best.
Well there you go! Another surprise ending! I hope it was as good as the previous one. Sorry for not posting for so long.
This was based on a quote my father shared with me “If someone hands you a knife, it’s your decision whether you use it to chop vegetables or kill someone”
This is a dream; it’s all just a bad dream and when I open my eyes it will disappear. But… what if it doesn’t?
Does this mean that my brother is really dead? Was I actually kidnapped and did I escape?
This can’t be true, no, it just can’t.
I broke down, right there, grieving over the experiences of the past week, reality finally washing over me as the adrenaline rush ended. I never asked to be the child of two gangsters but this was my fate and now it’s too late to run from it.
I took a deep breath in and wiped the tears that had caked my face, I’ve suffered enough. Now it’s time for Revenge.
Your nightmares are my reality and it’s my job to turn them into daydreams.