Throw not your dart of hate
What is it about my proud air
that draws out such evil intent,
that brings you here, with your
curled spiteful lips and narrowed
bellicose stare. Can you not give
thanks you are not so afflicted,
as a man whole you should be
content. What barbs of fate
have snagged your heart, pierced
your mind with such a bitter bane,
that amusement can be found in
wanton hate. I can grant you respite,
throw not your foul dart, for I have
my ego slain. Such is the armour
I wear that neither sword or spear
can my sanctuary breach. Take heed
poor creature, listen and fear, evil
sent always returns thrice fold.
To you ‘change’ I beseech,
consider yourself told.
VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF 
Sorry for the delay I wasn’t able to locate this post of yours in the past, I vividly recall you suggesting me to go through this particular post of yours in response to a poem I had written about bullying. Thanks for recommending me this post it was very insightful & after reading this lovely post of yours I feel hate doesn’t just corrupts the victim’s self-respect somewhere deep down it destroys their soul as well. Thanks for raising a voice in this context.
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Kindred Souls Sidhath, I remember our last conversation. You were very kind about a sonnet I’d written and I in turn was deeply moved by your poem about Bullying.
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I’m really glad that you still remember that conversation because witnessing the greatness of your creativity for the first time was a blissful experience for me. I sincerely apologize for the delay from my end in going through your post as I was unable to find it back then. I’m following you now & really do look forward to reading your writings more often. Hopefully someday we can collaborate on a poem together 🙂 Till then my warmest regards to you & your family. Please do stay in touch friend, I look forward to reading more of your poems in the near future 🙂
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