The venom is seeping out of my hand
and the wound from where I was bit will fade.
This release of pain helps me to understand
the mistakes that both you and I have made.
The venom is oozing an inky black
blemishing everything untouched and pure
but once the words are scribed I can't go back
on sentiments I don't feel anymore.
So I continue to release this spite
in the hope that one day I can learn
that although I thought that my words were right,
my anger made sentiments seem too stern.
Releasing venom can help heal a sore
as long as the hate isn't yours anymore.
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