Ten Shades of Hate

 

Ten Shades of Hate

 

 

 

The belting gale

Whispers

The secrets forgotten,

The secrets no-one knew;

Cold fires

Burn

With the rage inside us,

The rage that consumes us whole;

Bruised skies

Tear

The world apart

With the furious roar of rain.

We are not meant

To take on the blame;

We are not meant

To shoulder the pain.

Author's Note

I wrote it on a particularly stormy morning, hence the imagery. Hope it doesn't come off too cliched.