Hate by my side,
Wagging his tail
And wanting to be worshiped.
Love by my side,
Walking with stealth
And wanting to be given.
Hate runs in front,
And points which way
Biting and clawing to have his will.
Love by my side,
Walking still so quietly
And wanting to be given.
We come to a traveler
-Hate, Love, and I-
Who is burdened and hurt.
Hate runs on
Love stands by his side
And I am-in the middle-trying to make my choice.
Definitely a masterpiece! You did an excellent job; keep it up!
We have both love and hate inside all of us. Sometimes its a matter of accepting that they DO have to walk side by side. Very well-written poem, Olin. Love, Fran xx
Olin, nice visual display of every man's internal struggle between right and wrong, love and hate and not knowing which way it will play out. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This goes straight in my fav. list! We have to make a choice, and love's the way to go. This is a gem in the poetic world! Preets