I'm standing in a field,
once lush and green and grand.
The ground is scarred a deep coal black,
the trees are darkened posts,
and as I watch mine enemy,
the world becomes a ghost.
mine old enemy, Spite,
has made his rounds today,
my world has been destroyed.
And as I watch he turns to me,
a grin across his face,
he's happy with his work, for now,
but promises return,
that he might destroy what salvage I may make.
And with a kiss upon my face,
that marks me as his own,
mine old enemy, Spite, is gone.
I suppose I should elaborate, so here it is.
Spite has a way of creeping into life. From other people or from yourself. To spite someone, to do something that will hurt them because you know it will hurt them, because you WANT to hurt them, is a horrible thing. Maybe I need to 'grow a thicker skin,' but this is what has happened.
My father has been very very ill. Last night I was supposed to meet a study group to finish a group project. All the work was done and we were just going to trade information. Just as I'm about to leave I go to say goodbye to my Dad, he stands up and stops breathing, just like that. I hurry to check his oxygen mask and realize the tank is empty, so I grab another and hook it up. He's panicing. I try to calm him down as he finally takes a breath, and I drive him to the hospital. He is admitted imediately and hooked up to a variety of medicines/machines to help him breathe, and Only when I am certain he is fine do I step outside to call my group.
I explain the situation, offer to email them my part of the project, and ask that they, please, email me thier information. We still had an entire week to finish the work. But they tell me that they decided to do the project without my information. Now, I have spent weeks working on this. I have been at the library every day until the security guard threatens to lock me in working on this, and because I have an emergency to deal with and can't make it one day, they decide to kick me out? I'm not concerned about my grade, I have most of the information already, but I thought these girls were my friends. The next day I find out the real story.
One of the more - assertive - girls saw me talking to her newest boyfriend and was overcome with a fit of jealousy. --I was only trying to find her so I could warn her about a pop quiz-- But she somehow attaches onto that and has decided that I am evil. I don't do the drama scene, but how spiteful can a person get?
No, my world has not been destroyed. However, this got me thinking about how some people's lives are full of crap like this. How can a person be so consumed by spite? How is it that they can allow themselves to behave in ways that will hurt other people, for petty, childish reasons? Thus the somewhat awful poem.
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