I Think
Disgust and contempt.
Wrath and loathing.
Conflict seems our fate.
I think I may call this hate.
Desperation for freedom.
Stress without relief.
Shake to the point of tears.
I think I may call this fear.
Smiles and hugs.
Joy at your thought.
You were sent from above.
I think I may call this love.
Bright and bubbly.
Spring in your step.
Don't care about the ugliness.
I think I may call this happiness.
Copyright © Charles Smith | Year Posted 2010
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