Once there was love,
Now there is hate,
Willful abuse of emotion, mind and soul.
What sense of relief is gained,
From the misuse of power?
Does each blow to mind and spirit,
Make you stronger?
How weak must a person be,
To treat the helpless and defenseless with such malice.
I reflect upon the future,
Knowing whatever happens,
My humanity remains intact.
It is not for me to wonder where yours went.
It’s absence is screamed by each word and deed,
Delivered to injure and destroy.
Like the child pulling wings off a fly,
Only there is no innocence,
Or ignorance to the pain caused in your mind.
This is your purpose and goal.
So what pray tell, actually resides in your soul?