Newton's Third Law

I hate you,
For this bitter strife,
That pools from my veins
And cuts like a knife.
I hate you,
For all the things you mean
To me in my world;
Now not so serene.
Truly now,
Come and say to me:
Everything.
Just utter your plea.
Beg for forgiveness
For all that you’ve done.
Come closer now,
It’s too late to run.
You cannot escape
The sorrow you’ve wrought.
Was it all that you’d dreamed?
All that you sought?
Did it occur to you,
Along the way
That actions have consequences?
That they might go astray?
Apparently not,
Because as it would seem,
You’re all about you,
Not one of the team.

4-25-10