Hatred

Deep down 

The seed of 

Hatred 

Germinates in me.

I know 

Hate is poison,

It surely will

Injure me.

Forget and Forgive,

The concepts

I have known 

But the cold contempt

Deprives me 

Of the love 

That should be

In my demeanor.

I am being eaten.

My heart rots 

And is awfully rotten,

For the vices 

That have been met

From close kin

Is unbearable.

I am being nudged 

Towards the sin

And the sinner 

I become 

Of thoughts 

That is bitter 

Which I think

Will not be better

In the times 

To come

And I pity

On self!