The Bully

There was no meaning in his soul
And in his heart a searing hole
And his eyes a vacancy
In his spirit lost transparency
A fragile state that cried with hurt
Yet masked with words to disconcert
And deeds that punished for his pain
Lashing out in anger to kill and maim
Where consequence concerned him not
His victim’s lives were left in knots
Yet underneath he still cried out
To want the love he had forgot
To extend to those he had destroyed
With the bullying he had employed