REVENGE- A THERAPY

Revenge - a Therapy

I embarked on a journey to the tallest mount;

There was a will to conquer the heights and to be crowned.

My Head held high and eyes staring the peak;

And I made my truce with drudgery and pique.

I had been there before, as a titan I had been there before;

It enslaved me, the mount, with offers it made me implore.

A faded image of my past it was, mocking me that mount;

Deceived by flattery, the titan now a slave that surmount.

A whip of insults flaying my skin;

Left battered by wounds, of an unforgettable sin.

Uprooted me from consciousness, plunged me into oblivion;

That sly gaze, then a frown, sarcasm it did blazon.

And now it stands here again, mighty; puffed with pride;

But I tread the path not in greed of fame or to chide.

Driven by self, driven by surge, Impelling towards the peak;

A Knife’s edge it is they said, and chances are bleak.

I chose to bleed nevertheless;

So, let it end this way, I shall not fade to nothingness.

And then those blistered feet stepped on its chest with fierce;

I carried the pennant, and its heart I did pierce.

Now it’s done, some called it revenge;

But it wasn't just mine to avenge.

For me it was a duty, a duty towards my sanity;

Men, they called it Vengeance, for Titans it was therapy.