Hate Cycle Poem by Timothy Long

Only pain can grow, love is the main cause of this, everything that follows after thoughts to feelings yet to disappear, call it what you want, call it as you will, everybody someday will have their fill, not a thrill to look for, look...where can I look, to the right where nothing is left, or to the left where nothing is right, strung out in a flux, it sucks, many know its sad, but if in that way, much more than this, I did it my way, peace as said is a shallow dream, a fear of requiem, a daemons goal, what's left to look so right...nothings there they make war, what about peace? Fate could be genetic, or theories of biology to explain forever to last, done worry just don't wait, a cycle oust like any other, it well end and stars a new like mankind wonder, never ending emotions and sins.