Fuming Hatred
They fuel my anger,
they fuel my hate.
They boil my blood,
my hate is great.
I want to kill,
I want to maim.
I want to feed
the burning flame.
Lord give me strength,
Lord give me hope.
I don't know how,
I'm supposed to cope.
I feel it burn,
I feel it gnaw.
My heart has chilled,
and it won't thaw.
I want to embrace,
and yet I hide.
I am filled,
with too much pride.
I say not no,
I say not yes.
My soul has lost,
it's lively zest.
Will you ever forgive me?
Of this I ask.
For being tainted,
from these infernal tasks.
poem by Mandy Lee
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