Spite may drive your life, an ill 

Informed devil sitting on your 

Right shoulder with his handful

Of grudges spewing out into 

Everything that was good in 

Your life once. 

The hooks in your heart the 

Pull down every time they 

Come across your mind to 

Let out that bit of hate that

Is enough for you to curse 

Them away. 

Life ruiner, the beast that 

Breaks your stride as you

Try and make peace with 

The ones who hurt you, 

To condemn those whose 

Mistakes have affected you.

I think it is time to let go 

Of that anger that binds you

The day old hate that 

Separates you from healing

Your deepest wounds. 

Constricting the problem 

Until your soul grows numb

Is never the medication for 

Hurt, your Novocain will 

Never move your pain 

Away. 

Sit down and talk it all out,

Breathe the air of the one 

You thought you could 

Never forgive and bask in

Each others grief. 

An apology is two sided, 

I’m sorry friend that I am

A twisted man, can your 

Forgive me of my deepest

Seed, the one that tripped 

You all up. 

The pain of one is likely 

The pain of another, release

It together, nothing gets 

Accomplished if there is 

No effort made on both 

Hurts. 

Give it away, there is no 

Sense is storing up what

Keeps you from looking 

Forward, from killing 

What was once good over

One problem, just let it

All go and live.