Resentment burns,
It hurts no one but the holder
Until it turns into revenge.

It can hold a deep searing sorrow,
And fuels the fire made from the past
Coated in bitterness.

Going deeper then surface level,
The soul is alight, flames flickering
And feeding on memories.

It leaves marks that will never vanish,
Scorched and scarred; forever present
To leave lasting impressions.