Can you believe that once my heart was filled with love?
Now, it is a hardened shell and all that is left is bitterness.
I am consumed by the flames of hatred and I know no shame.
When I look at you, it is through a sea of swirling red,
that pours from my eyes and flows down my face,
to pool around my feet and spread in an ever widening circle,
encompassing everything in its path, carrying with it, my hatred.
From the sky above, there are no doves that I can see to give me hope,
only vultures, circling overhead, awaiting the so final death of love.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland