You run to flee
A feeling held dead,
An angry bent
You so dread,
That of requite
Arguably lent,
Scales so balanced
Thru baseless spite,
Could not amend…
Thus trapped
Inside a feeling
Not so dead,
An anxious mind
Wants one’s head,
Hence pell-mell
You scurry hide,
Far from the hell
That calls you back,
Where locked inside,
You’re to face
The hurt you brace,
Till you so reach
Courage to disclose
The matter bleak,
Trapped in a feeling,
That condemned
You flee from self,
Till you find hate’s end!