The poison tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath and my wrath did end,
I was angry with my for:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears;
I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
The stillness of the body if my foe
Should have brought my body to glow
Had it been sowed with a conscience
That was not covetous like mine.
How much I long see him back
But life once gone never come back.
Why did U sow the seed of anger
That charred both of us together.
I never wanted him to live
Till the time he was alive
Because anger was right there in my mind
Gruelling what was suppose to bind.
Now I regret my poisonous anger most
That took my friend so close
Only because I refused him to respect
More than my ego divine.