And then it hit me
Like venom in my face
As u sought to hurt me
You were cowering in your disgrace
As You hurled those jagged stones
Like shards against my skin
With each each stone you cast
You were revealing the devil within.
There was no match for your anger
As i withered against the blows
And you only grew stronger
With each and every stone.
You stood a little taller
As you gathered all your strength
As over me you me towered
To spit upon my face.
You duly appointed you
As Witness, jury and judge
And named yourself executioner
Of the very bride you once loved.
But the wounded woman before you
Is not the bearer of these sins
She is merely the mirror
That taunts your conscience within. In her image you see your faults and every wrong you’ve done
Her eyes reveal, your sins concealed
As you cast another one.
And with the final blow
You think it’s finally done,
As you cast the final stone
And await the freedom you have won.
But the accusations you once spewed
Now rattle in your mind
As on you they tattle
Of the evil lurking inside.
There’s no quiet in the silence
No solace in your sleep
No reward for the justice
You were certain you would reap.
There is only you alone now
With blood upon your hands
And the dam’d spot, it won’t come off
As you walk on, a man condemned.