His shadow still remaining
the memory of his crime
A pain that cut me to the core
and played within my mind.

My hurt replaced by anger
soon overwhelming me
As I sought a justice of my own
for what he did to me.

Hell, it has no fury
and like a woman scorned
I would seek to make him wish
that he had not been born.

Ostrascised, rejected
by friends and everyone
As vengeance spread from the words
and his world came undone.

But you know, it never took away
the hurt that still remained,
And now the only shadow chasing me
is the guilt of my own shame.

© Christina
6th September, 2005