Soiled
Fresh packed anger
Leaves no air
For seedlings of life
To grow
And so their roots
Rot in festering waters
Of hope blighted
By disappointment –
Compost to the
Mushrooms of hate
Blooming on the grave
Of love
Buried 6ft deep
Beneath fresh packed anger
The cycle repeats
Posted: Thursday, July 15th, 2010 @ 1:07 pm
Categories: Poems.
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