Blind to my pain

A poem written for Shattered Poetry contest.

Honorable Mention Winner

My mind concocts devious plans;
to make him suffer, at my hands.

Sweet revenge, I can taste it now.
I’ll get him back, someway, somehow!

Water torture? Much too meek;
he’ll still be able to walk and speak.

The guillotine? Happens too soon;
not much suffering before he swoons.

Shackled in chains? Not enough pain;
If he doesn’t hurt, what do I gain?

Reality, reels me back in;
to feel the pain deep within

All right!, legally, I can’t proceed,
call himself lucky, but take this heed!

Most new plans, may have a hitch,
but rest assured, payback is a bitch!