A Sonnet On Hate Poem by C Richard Miles

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