Monday, April 20, 2020

Hatred

William the Conqueror

It's inside of everyone,
Burning at large,
When your resentment grows, 
It takes charge.

It's the blood of your enemies,
But it doesn't satisfy.
You always need more,
You need more people to cry.

You want to be known, 
To make a name for yourself.
But now you are addicted,
Your life has bid farewell.

1 comment:

  1. Interesting poem! There's a fine line between love and hate...will the next poem be titled, "Love"??? :)

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