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.


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