Victimhood
(a reverie, a study)
Evil is too easy
Is it really?
Maybe on the inside
A quick turn, then stay
In that direction
Me, first
You don’t exist
Everything is fodder
For possession
And control
The very stuff of the universe
Should be mine
And then it’s gone
I have nothing
There’s a lesson in legacy
The tyrant is forgotten
Except for notes that tell the truth
And finally
The evil ones are burned
Like autumn leaves in the backyard
(how it used to be)
Effigy and memory
And was this easy?
Yes, and lazy, too
Everything subverted to
A contract with the luck of the devil
A genie who grants wishes and
Scratch-like
Always laughs the last
Because the house of hell always wins
Once entered by
The gullible who think
That profit is a plot
Hard work is another matter for
Good people
The suckers, so I always thought
The despot
And now I am ash
Blown off the foot in the tread
Of someone righteous
Whose agencies are angels
A surrogacy of judgment
My victims
Lazarus
Living in a better house, the house of God forever
While I diminish
To a speck
And then am nothing
No matter left
Nothing
C L Couch
Ramesseum in Egypt
clcouch123 
November 7, 2018 at 5:50 pm
Christopher. How are you? It’s been awhile since so had a chance to comment. I hope you are well. This piece speaks to me of such evil in the world of people who take advantage of the speaker and also abuse him in a way. They have more he seems to think, as he struggles and fights for little, what they take for granted. But also i think he is jealous of those who have gone before. Who are now at peace and rest with God and that he will have rest is a relief and joy to him at the end. An end to suffering. To this I can relate & think many can.