The Enemies Of My Soul by Lisa Roberts
Hate is the enemy my heart does not want
to surrender to
though sometimes my weakness comes out
and my tears begin to flow
perhaps if the people knew
the pain
they give one another
there would be no broken hearts
I wish to obliterate my enemies
words that fill your mind
with agony
breaks down the emotional bliss
and replaces it with a broken heart
I wish to obliterate my enemies
for hate has perished
the minds of the lonely
I wish to obliterate
hate.
to surrender to
though sometimes my weakness comes out
and my tears begin to flow
perhaps if the people knew
the pain
they give one another
there would be no broken hearts
I wish to obliterate my enemies
words that fill your mind
with agony
breaks down the emotional bliss
and replaces it with a broken heart
I wish to obliterate my enemies
for hate has perished
the minds of the lonely
I wish to obliterate
hate.
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This poem is about the pain people give to one another and how it effects people, and how I wish to take their pain away "To obliterate hate", for hate creates pain.
