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Villain
- Antara
- Nov 6, 2023
- 1 min read
I thirst for power.
There shall be no rest for
The Wicked
I am aware, but yet
I desire it more than I
Desire the blood that burns
through my veins.
I have grown weary of
Playing the Fool
And I want a taste of what
It truly means to be the reason
Why people
Cower in fear.
To watch as the color drains
From their eyes as they drop to
The floor and
Beg
For my mercy.
I crave revenge
In the darkest of ways
Only because I want them to
Know what it means to be hurt
Over
and
Over
Until
They cannot breathe.
I want them to know fear,
I want them to fear me.
I want them to look me in my eyes
And know that I am
What they have made me.
For Villains are not born,
But made.
© 2023 Antara Martins
It flows like a river and energizes the reader. Your villain is actually My hero.
top notch writing,
Anger is fatal. It destroys relationships, families, communities and even nations. Often, when you scratch beneath the surface of anger and hostility, you find a person who is unable to express their hurt at oppression or injustices faced. You’re right, Villains are not born, but made!
Love the tempo and the mood of the poem and think the ending is very clever.
Like hot knife through butter, this lovely poem dissects the villain.