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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cold and withered my heart mildly beats, As my mind plays my past in short repeats. Withdrawn and rejected, I feel so low, The world doesn’t stop repeating its blow. I look out the window and feel the wind brush my cheeks, Even when I want to let go; my past stalks me through years, months and weeks. People have a tendency to hurt others bad, They don’t even care if it makes the recipient sad. Their hatred for others burns so strong, They look past everything; the right and the wrong. They use their slashing tongues and their violent lips, Yes, their words hit me hard and slash through like treacherous whips. I fight back with all my might, My words spewed to kill them on sight. A verbal war; an ugly battlefield, Except for hatred nothing else will it ever yield. My own words shock me out of this miserable trance, I realize I want to stop this off-beat dance. But when I turn to let go and run, Hatred arms hold me close preventing me to stop the “fun”. And when it stops and everything settles down, With no one atop a throne, or wearing his royalty in a crown Why can’t people choose for peace, to find? A verbal war leaves a putrid atmosphere behind. I could cry, I could repent, I could spend a million years and never know what it meant. Hatred is such a far-cry from peace, Its toxic fumes can envelope you and you might never know life’s true bliss.
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