Paracidic Vine
Entangled hate
strangling the heart.
With runners sent
to do their part.
Spreading all throughout,
and rooting deep,
into the veins,
their venoms seep.
Like twisted dreams,
they conceal the lie
and in the end,
the host will die.
Retained by fear,
though not for long
the roots grow old
but still hold strong.
A bitter truth
that one must bare,
but all his days,
with hate he’ll share.
Copyright © Saint Alphonse | Year Posted 2009
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