Why Waste? Poem


They have done me wrong.

They know it.

I know it.

So they fear retribution.

Guard against the opportunity for me to have a chance.

But they are mistaken.

Why would I use that chance on them?

Hope is too precious a feeling to waste it on revenge.

They don’t know that.

I do.

They already took one privilege from me.

Heaven forbid I let them take another.


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