Hatred
A heart made of glass
A piercing stare with the chill of ice
Discomfort permeates
Surrounded by walls
Words fall linked like chains
Binding and twisting
Ensnaring the innocent
Agonizing the haunted
Chisel man out of stone
Only to be broken to the bone
For it is a sin to feel
A curse to love
Born to be silent
His tears is the blood he sheds
And hatred
Is what gives him strength
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2021
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