On Hatred

Do not hate
Because the past would hinder you.
Bitter constraint and sad occasions,
For old, unhappy far off things.
Some natural sorrow, anger and pain.
It lies in you cold and low.

The one who hates.
Their soul always uneasy and confined.
Which to think is full of sorrow.

It's presence dark and pale.
Decaying ones life, rotting inwardly.
Finally destroying a person.
Hate only serves to make us grief.