Hate is like a red tinted haze
Blinding and dark all at once…
It tastes like hot metal on your tongue
Burning and angry pain at the same time…
Hate feels like bitter cold,
Like ice it hurts, but then numbs…
It is a harsh ally
Bringing strength when you feel its power, like a weapon.
Sharpened when your enemies draw near…
Hate is the dismal product of misery.
Whoaaaaa o: I'm diggin' this poem. It's so.. so.. wow. :D
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Good imagery and vivid verbs!
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