Hate
Through the manicured lawn hate crept eating
soil
It hid its face
the sun and moon soon spied the long shadow
by
watching the aphids
run and hide
This I took as divine right
and smothered hate within a killing jar
:: 02.25.2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment