hate

hate: 
even hate seems like a gentle word tonight;

i see the struggles of this world
the wise man from afar

bearing the burden of

broken childhoods;

as he's a knight, I'm but a pawn
fudging forward in shallow stream;

with all the clarity of thought and soul
that I can muster, I pray

for hate to wash away
like rain on summer's day

and amidst all the decay --
live to see the rise of
broken dreams repaired.