arazimus

That’s life

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

 

Comments3

  • dusk arising

    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.

    • arazimus

      Thank you vet much

    • L. B. Mek

      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

      • arazimus

        Hate is the weed that chokes the life out of happiness, I’m glad you liked it thanks for the loins words

      • Doggerel Dave

        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

        • arazimus

          ✌️🤪thanks for reading



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