Hatred

by A Phoenyx in Flight   Jan 18, 2008


A Fire burning in your stomach.
bad thoughts buzzing in your head.
hands turning into fists, eyes go narrow.
You want to scream, you want to cause pain.
this thing spreads.
this thing can turn deadly.
this thing is called hatred

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  • 17 years ago

    by robbie

    This one i liked
    nice beginging, nice ending
    good job

  • 17 years ago

    by Joshua Reimer

    You misspelled stomach and hatred other than that great poem

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