The Murder of Souls
thee deep seated hatred gnarling
at ones soul beckoning eating away
of the sheer foundation of self
a terrifying entity alive and well
searching the innermost calm
of a peaceful being believing in
the purity of goodness only to
behold the hidden shallow virtue
of demonic human angst being
carried out between the realms
of envy curled up beyond a quaint
sudden rapture gathered above
a sinking notion of the death
of human compassion hindered so
to the point of no refuge from envy
forced to end ones on life in return
comes across quite appealing rather
than behold the mere notion that envy
has crawled inside the attic of your mind
hatred employs wrath murdering my soul
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2023
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