Hatred

Source

 

Envy’s silent ember

burns every cell-

miasma of stale rancor emits-

from nostrils, mouth

and every pore-

then slowly spirals up-

to engulf the earth

wholly.

Death chuckles

licking up blood.

 

I sit

almost dazed-

in this world of Hollowmen

without breathing

being stifled-

without seeing

being blinded-

without praying

words being broken,

melted and vaporized.

 

 

I wonder how much hatred a man could carry to crush more than 80 people and wounding a hundred….

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights _ Hate’s a parasite that rots the Soul – [22] @ A Dash Of Sunny

 

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