Introduction :
Sometimes, you think you know a person like the back of your hand, but they change so much that you have no other choice but to call them strangers.
When a change like this occurs, it feels like it has charged into your life like an enraged bull towards anything with a hint of red.
This is a poem about that.
“Change charged”
Before, green eyes used to stare at me.
Change charged and now they glare at me.
Tousled brown hair used to stick up in every direction.
Change charged and now they lie down on your decision.
The slight curve of those lips, once attractive,
Change charged and now it looks destructive.
Your laugh once made me feel like the prospect of rain on dry land.
Change charged and now it’s like the idea of being buried in sand.
Gorgeous green eyes used to twinkle with love.
Change charged and now hold the fire of hate’s stove.
The pretty, kind angel once in you,
Change charged and now it’s replaced by a demon.(EWWW!)
Long ago you used to make me smile.
Now I feel like stuffing you in my mind’s hate-file.
Long ago you used to be a good man.
With power came change leading to the death of that poor man.
You chased power down the aisle
And achieved it, only to change your angle-like style.
Too much of the power-it got to your head
Because of which change charged at you and the old you is now dead.
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