Written by: E.J. Smith

Spiraling, scorching, sweltering,
The anger pierces my soul
Burns, smolders, boils
Flames into rage; raw, intense
Then fades into despair
Helplessness, powerlessness
Seeping in, reeking of
Prejudice, injustice, hatefullness.
What can I do to stop
The slithering obsidian snake
Of hatred creeping into the very core of me?

I can forgive, pardon the ones
Attempting to extinguish my spark.
I can remember that their animosity
In the end, will destroy them,
Not me.