Poetry

Hate

I hunt dearly for my humanity
Like a sorceress sourcing for powers,
Who grew strong and fell in love with isolation

The rash and quick temper,
The wild thoughts and
Unspeakable wrath like a titan

The gladiators are here for me
But will their hope prevail right
In the bossom of their uncertainty

I have had time outs in the spirit realm
Fought extreme wars that last for moments
And also hate the hurdles present in this race

I know I’m a bit stuck in my Time
Lord… don’t let her ticking blades
Cut too deep.

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