Hatred blooms amongst fire and brimstone
It looks around seeking a way out of Hell
A way is found up and up it travels toward a new home
Out it emerges free yet alone
So it searched for a companion
To become its new abode
It rounded the corner and there I stand
It rejoices at the sight
Never had it seen something so grand
Toward me it flows
Wraps around and pulls me close
Then into my heart it goes
Hatred now blooms in that den
Happiness flees from where it was
And Darkness moves in
This is very good...Your methaphor is teriffic... I hope the hatred won't stay in your heart too long and you'll feel happy again :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something about hatred blooming, using hatred and the language of flowers in juxtaposition gets my thoughts flowing, a stiff look at hatred, well-written and enjoyable.