In Which He Hears Too Much To Speak Much

The feelings conjured,
brew in a cauldron of sadness
and stirred with hatred,
now resided in me.

The feelings threatened,
ripped my poor soul
and skewered my heart,
to decimate my consciousness.

The feelings felt,
forged by a certain mark of the despised
onto the despicable,
too surreal to be taken seriously.

But the feelings came,
and stayed too long.

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