You run to flee
A feeling
You’d held dead,
Never to reveal
The angry bent,
You so dread,
That of requite
Arguably lent,
One might believe
Scales balanced so
Thru baseless spite,
Could make amend…
But too soon
Trapped
Inside a feeling
Not so dead,
An anxious mind,
For reasons
Long forgotten
Wants one’s head,
Thus so pell-mell
You scurry hide
Far from the hell
That calls you back,
For inexorably
Locked inside
You’re forced to face
Until subsides,
The hurt you brace,
Till you so reach
The courage to disclose
The matter bleak,
So trapped
Inside a feeling,
You be condemned
To flee from self,
Until you find hate’s end!
