Poem V

My second real attempt at a poem that was inspire by a three letter phrase.

Hidden Hatred

Kindred spirits
Intact you will find
Love that you thought was lost
Living in a place you nearly forgot

Treachery is rampant
Hatred appeals to the masses
Your turn has come to rebuild the world

No one truly lives anymore
Everyone scrapes a measly existence
Injured by all they have ever known
Giving shall be restored
Hope can yet be found in this world
Beware this path
Or you may trip up along the way
Reality may yet become a joyful place