My Favorite Poem

"THE POISON TREE" by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree


I read this poem several years ago, and fell in love with it.
Basically, Karma is a bitch. Stick to the golden rule, and you should be fine. However, I suppose I should be more elaborate.

Not solving a problem with someone causes destruction. Everyday we put on smiles as though everything is fine, when in actuallity it's not. We let our anger and wrath grow until it can not be controlled. We have been hurt, and need to talk it out, but instead, we are deceitful towards those who have wronged us, and spend our lives trying to get back at them, waiting for karma to bite them in the ass. Not everyone is like this, but a few are. I'm going to guess William Blake was one of those people. To some, it brings great pleasure seeing their foes fall. Remember: What comes around, goes around.

My best friend from high school was obsessed with poetry, and I eventually warmed up to it. I tend to read lyrics more often than poetry. I have to be in the mood to read poetry because it usually has much more symbolism and hidden meanings involved, and I prefer reading something that is straight forward and cut-to-the-chase.