Dualing Ideals

The voice of my souls sings aloud, for it has met yet another who shares in the fate that my angel has placed me. I am allotted such limited time as my fate strings together a most complex puzzle, yet peculiar emotion (if that is what it can be called) within my mind and body...Love

The soul weeps for those who passed while the heart feels pain from its near hollow disposition. The mind itself, simply burns with the resolve of another riddling facet...Hatred/Revenge

poem by Keenan Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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