YESTERDAYS ILLS
Don't hide behind your anger
it's a phase that cannot last,
age will dull your raw emotions
now your youth is in the past.
Facts, replaced by tales of fiction
reveal a sad and damaged soul,
exposing needs and lonely hunger,
ignoring that which makes you whole.
Unbridled rage is an addiction
that controls a troubled mind,
is this the reason for rejection
was it fear that made you blind?
Hatred's a progressive poison
a bile that Oh! so slowly kills
empathy - - - - a lost emotion
that could repair those perceived ills.
Intolerance also plays its part
- leaving aching hearts bereft,
a bitter pill - - - a poison cup - - -
both swallowed - - - -
and now - - - - their's nothing left.
Flyntland
Sun 19th Jan 2025 10:38
My grateful thanks to RBK, Holden, Manish, Yanma, and Naomi
for reading and liking my poem, I value your support.
Rolph I find your comments immensely encouraging - when I get a confidence wobble I go back over them and feel better. Thank you.