A Latent Poison
Hate is a latent poison
That slays without hesitation
It is a steely prison
That halts the shining of one's dawn
It is an iron shackle
That dims one's hope for miracle
Should you hate until your doom
Then your fate won't come to bloom
*When you hate, especially for long or without sufficient reason, it is not the one that you hate that suffers but you*
September 9, 2022
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2022
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