Around a bubbling cauldron
each of us stands
putting in any ingredient,
the first that comes up in our heads.

There is none but one simple rule,
apologies should not be said,
whatever you throw
can never be taken back.

There is no redemption,
with one tiny mistake
you can rot all the good
inside the cauldron.

History no longer matters
and I am advising you to run away
before my madness casts a hex
on your worthless soul.


To check out my poetry book go to The A to Z of You and Me


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