Challenge
The dark side of the human. Write about hatred.
Saint Hatred
I spit on color
and it brightens,
give pain its sweetness
and lift joy from depths
of flatness, pinning
legs to passion as it
flees monotony.
I make meaningful the void
and stitch devastation with
notion of possibility,
a shield against the world
while you reconstruct hope.
Yet I am despised as I
heap definition on
all that comforts.
one day, I will fade
into tales of regret and look
on from the forgotten shadows
of your heart. and I will smile.
and hate how long it took peace
to give up greed and find you.
farewell old friend. glad you made it.
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