Vengeance

A lone figure stood upon a street Gazing silently in the night The rain pattered on the pavement Illuminated by a street light The figure began its journey One of loneliness and lies Beatrayed and long forgotten Endless pain behind its eyes It saw the real world Accepted every blow and attack The figure never had the courage To defend itself or to fight back It protected everyone it loved But the figure became left behind No one remembered its kindness Nor heard a little voice in their mind And solemnly it still wanders Playing over every memory It continues down the quiet road The path curving aimlessly Though it was a guardian To those it thought had cared It never thought to protect itself From the world waiting out there To this day it walks alone Has regained all its sense This creature goes by a new name That title is 'Vengeance' © KLLK 2005 *Author's Note: I wrote this poem for my grade nine English ISU. My teacher really liked it.*