Hate is a raging creature calling out my name,
Demanding me to take heed of its raging flame.
It twists round my heart and curls around my soul,
Its searing presence takes full control.
Hate roars and beckons, it's a tricky game,
It can drive me wild, I cannot tame.
It pushes and pulls, yanks me every which way,
Try as I may, it won't go away.
Hate is something I must resist,
It's an emotion I just can't persist.
As actions become overwhelming, I take a breath,
Putting an end to its claws on my soul and death.
©jamielong
J