Hate Flows

Posted by Brad Osborne on June 15, 2020 · 13 Comments 

 

 

Hate cleaves the mortal soul

Like water cuts through stone

Grinding away the loving whole

And leaving the marrowed bone

 

It culls away the kindness

Leaving canyons so very deep

Being awash in that blindness

Perspective is hard to keep

 

I must stem this constant tide

Or forever be left changed

As what was once good inside

Is turbulently rearranged

 

I cannot swim this torrent

I must build the hopeful dam

For hate is never well meant

And not a part of who I am

 

 

 

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