Banished for long,
Ill used speech,
Refusing blame,
Of self caused,
Troubles.
The prodigal hate,
Traverses home,
To take its,
Selfish claim of,
Legacy.
As oft past,
When hate rules,
Self loathing,
Creeps relentless,
Following.
To banish,
Yet again,
The hate that,
Seeks to destroy,
From within.
©2017 Carl Erickson