Hate
HATE(5-8)
Hope haunts my hierarchy in a manner most befitting Hades hounds.
Alluring as it almost is, I opt to alleviate my ails through the Almighty.
The terrible torrential tempest of thought tempt me in a twist.
Everlasting eludes me evermore in exchange for an emerging epiphany of essential
ecstasy.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2012
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