Sense Sonnet - Acher

 When I'm Hurt

In past when I was hurt by one

I thought of nasty ways to do

Revenge, and often such was done,

But my resentment only grew.

And added was my anger at

Myself for acting badly so.

Then too in my mind's habitat,

Fear's addition came there to grow

That the future hurt me, I hurt.

Would be a constant cycled pain

Keeping my thoughts in red alert,

My body hostage to my brain.

Today, when hurt, with hurt I live

Until the hurter I forgive.