Limit Poem by Marton Dezso

Limit



he’s unable to supress
the hatred within anymore
it’s blooming and stays ageless
while he grows weak and grows old.

is it wise not to let go
where it’s destined to go anyway?
to cradle and to feed the foe
is it really worth an other day?

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