In the space of this absence
lay the inclination of this slope
that I had been pushing against
in which I could do no longer hold
and let this giant stone fall
and knock so many off
and yet some seem to feel
this is not enough
that they will prostrate themselves
before their enemies
begging the infamous to strike at the ones
who have left the bitter licking their wounds
incenced that it is their own blood
that has been left in the wake of this vengeance
such is the reflection of history on the individual
for now as this new boulder forms their are
scant few left except the vengeful
in a path fortelling impact