Lost upon a little wind <br />My dream has blown away, <br />Lost another and again <br />My dream has gone away <br /> <br /> <br />I don't remember <br />Too much sunshine, <br />There was always rain. <br /> <br />I don't remember <br />How to win, <br />But I always played the game. <br /> <br /> <br />It's hatred most <br />That I fear inside, <br />Another fear, another lie. <br /> <br />The answers, they seem <br />To create the tears. <br />A river of salt, <br />Throughout the years. <br /> <br />Alone without people, <br />And always a crowd <br />With everyone praying, <br />And always too loud. <br /> <br /> <br />Creeping away, <br />I knell by the tree, <br />With hatred for the one <br />Who planted the seeds.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeds-of-hate/
