A Place

A place of rest, a place of hope,

The opposite I find in you; my anger you provoke.

I should find peace whenever we meet, speak, at least.

The mix-up of emotions, you are my heart’s disease.

A commute to the roost,

A nest to lay my head and rest,

Instead, anger prevails,

Your presence I begin to detest.

A spiteful seed of emotion,

Grown through the thorniest of paths,

How can something so vile live in something so beautiful,

I pray to God it doesn’t last.

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