Seed
of Hatred
By Ian Stevens
God, I am
deeply sorry for
all of my corrupted sins
and I know that I need to
get out of my head
this horrid feeling of
utter hatred and resentment
that would be much better
off my chest and said:
I know that it's wrong for
one to loath another
and bad to keep what should
be left behind
but I cannot seem to
forgive and forget
the horror and pain reeking
havoc in my mind.
I still remember that cold
and dark day,
the day that my burning
heart was reduced to ash
and all my love towards her
was gone with the wind
as her cruel soul left mine
leaving in my heart a deep slash.
The scar remains today and
still burns in pain
and yet sometimes I feel so
cold and alone;
my soul, once lively and
free now gone
and my heart, what's left
of it, black and hard as stone.
I still can't even imagine
what went through her head
for she had true love,
something rarer now-a-days,
and she decided to take my
fragile beating heart
only to shatter it into
pieces by casting it astray.
Once I discovered that she
cheated on me
only to go out with one of
my own close friends
that is when this deep seed
of hatred
began to grow; indeed
growing to what seemed like no end.
I still cannot forget that
day, even though I want to how could I?
So now the horrid pain that
once coursed throughout me
turned to the unforgiving
deep seed of hate.
The one thing I learned
from this is how to see
the corrupted dark souls of
those who only wish
to hurt and destroy true
love of many;
never taking their hearts
seriously
and I'm not sure if they'll
ever love any.
I can only end by saying
that I cannot
even begin to describe the
hate within but at least now I see
that in the end I can only
really rely on and trust,
one single person when
everyone else back stabs and runs and that's me.