The Wrath
In my last moments of peace
You snatched my home
The dwell that was my life
My last ray of hope
Striving to make it an abode.
You may call me mediocre
Your attempt to console with sweet words
Is as futile as your empathy
I am heart wrenched now
Because I lost my body
My soul too is in a dilemma
To pardon my failure
Or leave me for eternity.
But you rest assured
You have entered a burning buliding
And you shall feel the heat
My rage pouring out my wrath
The comeback of sorts; which you shall remember
For the rest of your lives
As your younger generation will
Remind you whenever you forget
My love my home my snub my last say
All looking to avenge that fateful day.