A poem I made about the lost childhood and finding love again
Just this morning after more traumatic healin, I realized the absence of love is hate and that hate is all around us, within ourselves and breeds from some of our parents and our childhood.
All the love was wasted
In a dreamland
All the peace was destroyed
In a dreamland
All the hope was gone
In a dreamland
All the hate was an endless buffet
All the pain fueled this world
All the fear screamed our names
Leave it all behind
The burden of hate
Leave the world of the dreamland
Dreamland was the childhood
That was a dream of luminating laughter and warmth
Love is the absence of hate
When hate is the only thing we know
Love cease to exist
Give up the weapon
Give up the war
Cease the firing rage
Return to the nature
Return to self
Living the space of reality
Giving some room
So love can grow
Let me know your thoughts. Love ❤️
@amicableTortoise8718 I felt everyword as if it were speaking about me ❤ beautifully written, beautiful message ❤ no matter what don't let hate win.
@tinywhisper11 Thank you. That’s so sweet to hear 👂.
@amicableTortoise8718 ❤❤
@amicableTortoise8718 It calmed/grounded me. 👍🏽
ð¥°ð¥° thank you
@amicableTortoise8718 Living the space of reality is the deal here❤
So true.