No deep abyss of ocean drowns like hate, <br />Entombing all within its murky depth, <br />Consigning struggling hope to lose all breath <br />And plunge, submerging to her final fate. <br />No lofty mountain climbs to hate’s full height <br />Which no appeasing plea can ever scale <br />And reconciliation can but fail <br />If she should try surmounting in her plight. <br />No spreading sea is wider that hate’s breadth <br />Which no barque of compassion tries to cross <br />For it is sure to founder, with the loss <br />Of innocence, condemned to dismal death. <br />But hate itself can swim, and climb and sail <br />Away, if love returns to reconcile.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-on-hate/
