That Feeling (poem)

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That feeling of hate,
Is a pure sin of fate,             
Taking pride is destruction,
Dark is it's course of action.
                                                      
Only a four-lettered word,
Capable of bringing down a herd,
An underestimated powerful master,
Lord of the things that forever fester.  
                                                                             
Invite it in when you've been wronged,
Or for justice, forever you've longed.
It'll bring with it anger, insolence,
Envy, rage and fervid vehemence.

It will plant itself discreetly,
One more spark, it'll need to grow quickly,
The higher it grows, the harder it is to shake it's rocker,
It'll pull you down, straight to Davy Jones' locker.
 
With it's sinister laugh,
And mockery -it's better half,      
It'll force you to say unwanted lies,
Make you cry through painful goodbyes.

But hate, no it's not its fault,
When you rewind your traces at halt,
It's you who burns your identity,
Forming ashes of your blissful serenity.

Why linger around that feeling
That will offer only hate on blooming?
Why pay prices of something annihilatory,
When it sucks out every good from your repository?

That feeling of hate,
Is a pure sin of fate,
Think before you set the signs of 'hire',    
For it leaves in it's wake, the burns of fire.

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A/N: Do you feel you hold grudges for too long? I do. I think it's one of my flaws that i overthink and overanalyze ever wrong done to me.

But one thing is sure, it's outcome is never good. You loose the people around you, and yourself too.

So any thoughts?

Lovelove ❣

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