I feel hate for people sometimes, it's not a crime,
but when I find time to contemplate I see the truth
and start getting signs. I try not to hate but rather
debate with myself and erase the hate from my
mind, meditation helps now and again so I feel fine,
the hate I feel is nothing more than projections
from my shadow doing over-time, I study the 4
quarters and analyze the dime, find the light in
the dark and let it shine because love and hate are
on opposite sides of the same coin, there's a fine
line between the two and sometimes I get stuck on
thinking they're one of the same kind, sometimes
my intuition tells me I might be right.
- Author: CaitEva ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2017 11:25
- Category: Unclassified
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