This poem was originally inspired by a line from the second part of my werewolf story, Alive. I then expanded on the line for a poem I posted to my poetry instagram account @wmoviegrapevine. Since I wanted to expand the poem further I figured I would post the result here. Enjoy and as always, thanks for reading.
The Honey Before The Sting
The hope that comes with a new beginning,
The kind words,
A new job,
A new relationship,
The negativity seeps out,
Optimism rushes in to fill the void,
It will be different this time,
It is different,
Until people change,
But do they really change?
Or do they just show their true colours?
Shedding the mask they show to the rest of the world,
What vice is on display this time?
Maybe they coalesce to create something new,
A deformed creature,
Standing on two legs trying to convince itself it’s human,
The creature sees all,
It pounces on uncertainty, kindness and weakness in others,
But has a blind spot for what lies in itself,
Misfortune and tragedy are always blamed on its prey,
While power and fortune remain in the predator’s territory,