If only I'd not lost my cool:
ignored my buzzing ear;
observed with calm the golden rule
that life is always dear.
For two long days, you toyed with me
and messed with mind and muse.
Instead of choosing to be free,
you'd rather rile, abuse.
Then once you took a step too far
and landed on my screen
with one quick swipe, I'd maim and scar,
an act I knew was mean.
For you were then a fallen foe,
no longer in the fray
and, with my mouse, a final blow
would send you on your way.
But saddened by your broken frame,
I couldn't help but stare
and, filled with unexpected shame,
revenge had morphed to care.
Deserving more, you had the right
to grace your given path
and, with regret, I foiled your flight,
mistaking peace for wrath.
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