It seems that whenever I re-read a poem, I almost invariably edit it in some way. Usually the reader can look back and compare the versions, (although I have no idea why they might) but this one I have never published before, so if you will, please disregard the asterisk at the end of the page..
Why do we hate? Why do we have the capacity to abhor, despise, to loathe? I personally adhere to the proposition that you may hate the act or deed, but not the person.. But there are others who do not follow that tenet, and it is to them that this poem is dedicated.
Have a wonderful week ahead,
Burden Of The Heart
Hate is the heaviest of burdens
to be borne by the heart,
and will scar the soul forevermore,
lest be given its depart.
Corrosive so it be, that ’tis the bearer
who be cursed more than its intended,
and who thus, shall nevermore, be free,
for before Him, it cannot be defended.
Aug. 2013/Feb. 2014*
* Edited and revised 2/14
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