Hate Is, But All Love Survives Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Hate Is, But All Love Survives
My heart
is as dark as
night from being
broken into pieces...
like shattered glasses around
a bar fight; not all loves have seen this
I gave up all the reasoning', and work to mend
the broken pieces; below the blade' slice
within this sorely tortured heart
shines my light, fighting...
throughout this dark
I have seen this
brightness
It is my
living’
star’
light
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