Funny how hate touches our life
it sneaks in like a thief
and cuts like a knife
for no reason at all
you'll find yourself there
in witness of ego
high up in its chair
its gaze wrapped around you
just waiting to feed
and rip out the love
like an unwanted weed
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Oh so true. Once one realises it has taken a hold, it is time to get rid of it for it is a negative force and if not rejected it will lead us onto actions which are out of character probably leading to regret.
I dont think i have seen this subject dealt with in poetry before and i really like the way you ahve addressed it here.
This one goes into my favourites without hesitation. Thank you.
Thank you vet much
Hate, is ever frail - like all fuel, it burns boldly wild and is seemingly impossible to tame, and yet - a mere trickle of unexpected kindness, or a featherweight whisper of sound guidance is all that's needed to douse its greed for the reactionary dramatics - poisoning our lives...
you have penned a uniquely insightful write, like the calm in your tone as well
Hate is the weed that chokes the life out of happiness, I’m glad you liked it thanks for the loins words
Needs to be chiseled in stone many times for many places.
Can I order one for my front door (a reminder to me on my way out)?
Regards Dave
✌️🤪thanks for reading
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