Hate consumes his mind, body and his soul It fills him with rage, until he can't speak He knows joy in life will never be whole This hateful vibe 'round him tears and it's bleak
It burns within his soul like sparks from Hell He feels it rise from its fiery depths He wants to shout but he just cannot tell If he can speak, his body is inept
This evil emotion claws at his throat It's unsurpassable, he can't grab hold Others see it in his eyes, they just gloat Empty stares around him are all so cold
Hopefully it will go away someday For then he will no longer have to pay
Written in 2005. I had originally had this in another form referring to reader as 'you' rather than 'him' My language teacher suggested I change it as it was too personal.