Requite

Last night

the past came knocking

looking for a fight.

I ran to the door

& threw on the light;

should’ve kept it closed

in my hindsight.

But it’s alright.

Fists tight;

tried to greet it warmly

nice & polite.

Shot to the heart

it was on sight;

hit after hit

all full of spite

a firefight

Block right

offered recompense

it wants requite

old pain it begins

to recite

memories unchained

start to ignite

Love’s blight.

Uptight.

Finally had enough

so I backbite

dodging sentiments

like a bullfight

warring with myself

through the whole night.

Here comes dawn’s light.