Someone dear once told me
that it was something special
to love one's fellow man
(or woman, as the case may be)...
But, sometimes I think
I would like to harden my heart;
too easily I walk through briers
upon the path of misplaced devotion,
hurting myself by caring
where, perhaps, it was better
I never ventured or returned.
Sometimes I want to make war,
tear down the barriers
erected to keep me out
and show those who have hurt me
the voracity of my emotion --
though I know it will do no good.
I can see that evil for what it is,
and I would rather be done forever
with the tears and harsh words...
but between some of us,
there is nothing else left
no matter how much loving came before.













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