Living In The Hold Of Your Own Hell Poem by Sara Hol

I felt the pain of a thousand tears
when I looked into your eyes.
I imagined the many nights
you hid your sobs and cried.

I wished the anger that rolled of your tongue
would subside and release your worries.
When you had spat at me in hate
I knew it was the hurt your soul
was trying to nurture.

I know this world can be black
and chrisen you with anger.
I know things can get soo wrong
that you begin to hate yourself
and cause possible danger.

I wish your soul a thousand blessings
to nurture the child you held,
because its their life you're damaging
while you live in the hold
of your own hell.