My Shackles of Hate

by Glenn G   Mar 18, 2012


My mind has soaked up anger like a sponge. I squeeze and squeeze and still the anger remains.
Hate burns my soul like the embers of a blacksmith's forge. With time the bellows and temper the anvil I forge my own shackles of misery

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