Standing fast against the tide, <br />Hatred pulls me deep inside. <br />Under ebbs and under brows - <br />This dark emotion I arouse. <br />Abberations of my soul <br />Force me deep in hatred's hole. <br />Floating up and spreading out - <br />Patron of an evil route. <br />Holding on to tiger tails <br />Pounding, pounding, pounding nails <br />In boxes o'erbrimmed with hate <br />In dark, damp corners I await <br />Bells of time, bells that chime - <br />Bells that ring and break the rhyme. <br />Hatred has hot handles here; <br />Hatred is so very near. <br /> <br />*From the book, 'Still Life' - ©1989, Lorrah and Hitchcock American Poetry Series<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hatred/
