'hatred' Is the Thing With Claws
(Based off an Emily Dickenson poem)
"Hatred" is the thing with claws-
that slices through us all-
And leaves a wound without it healed-
And captured for- its thrall-
And torn- by its embrace- with pride
And infects what it leaves behind-
That love could be its mend
that keeps our hearts enshrined-
I've seen it rip and tear lives-
And play with them like prey-
Yet, never, in experience
it suppresses love with- its pain.
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