"My Way?" -- A dVerse Post

The latest challenge from the dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem on a taboo subject.

My subject is Anger... and it's only "taboo" in the sense that many of us are -- or should be -- afraid of what we're capable of when pushed to our limit. Like the "speaker" in my poem.

(And don't let the photo fool you. This poem is not about Frank Sinatra!)

Thanks for your time.

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My Way?

It was bad enough that you betrayed me.

Betrayed me,

And those who swam in the same muddy streams as I did.

That wasn't enough.

You put the lives of those I held dear in jeopardy as well.

And they were innocents.

I kept them safe,

No thanks to you.

But still...

You put the lives of those I held dear in jeopardy as well.

And that, I could not forgive.

My connections were vast, and they found you.

You could run, but you could not hide.

They found you,

And delivered you to me

In a vacant apartment,

Tied to a wooden chair.

They left us alone.

You were helpless.

Defenseless.

Do you remember?

Do you remember what I asked you?

"How does it feel?

How does it feel for you to be helpless?"

And you cried.

You cried like the weak little man you were inside.

And I weakened,

And took pity on you.

As soon as I turned my back to leave,

You attacked me with a knife.

The very same knife which I'd just used

To cut the ropes that tied you.

My right hand held your wrist,

The wrist attached to the hand that held the knife,

And my left hand found your throat

And I slammed you up against the wall

Until I saw the light in your eyes fade to black.

Every so often, I do think of you,

And the old line "Regrets? I've had a few" is sung

Until Sinatra's voice fades,

To be replaced by the old Tom Rush song...

Entitled "No Regrets."

No regrets at all...