Poison

In shadows deep, where secrets lie, A drop of poison, swift and sly. It weaves its way through veins unseen, A silent whisper, dark and keen. A potion brewed in malice’ lair, A kiss of death, a lover’s snare. With every beat, it spreads its dread, A creeping fear, a living dead. In goblets gold or vials clear, The poison waits, a hidden fear. A bitter taste, a burning breath, A slow descent to cold embrace of death. Yet poison’s not just in the drink, But in the words we speak and think. A toxic glance, a venomous lie, Can wound the heart, can make it die. In jealousy’s green, in envy’s glare, In whispered plots, in broken care. The poison drips from soul to soul, Corrupting hearts, devouring whole. But antidotes exist, unseen, In love so pure, in thoughts so clean. In kindness given, in truth revealed, A healing touch, a wound that’s healed. So guard your heart from poison’s reach, In actions kind, in words you teach. For in this world, both bright and dark, We hold the power, we leave the mark. To choose the path of light and grace, To heal the wounds, to fill the space. Where poison lingers, let love flow, And in its warmth, let kindness grow. For though the poison seeks to harm, We hold the cure within our arm. A choice to make, a path to tread, To let love bloom where poison’s spread.