Hate

Hate

I saw him, Perfect him
Moving nearer the reach
Of that pit- hitch
Eyes close to the day in his leg
And perchance
He might have escaped
The tall downfall
If, perhaps
He sees some good in bad pathWhich
I,Imperfect, would his other eye
Or, possiblyI had not so waited
On this otherside. . .
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
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