Feelings Strong

A sphere so perfectly round

It contains all hate 

It contains all wrath

Because of its shape it won’t quickly crack

yet the feelings strong are growing all day, all night

are one day to break free

When they are free they destroy bonds and friendship alike

But they can’t survive without others

After a while those feelings are dead

Now the sphere has healed again, to break again

Rampaging once more the feelings shall until the sphere breaks for good 

Leaving its owner with hate

Never to love again

He shall fall in despair until the day he will wake no more