Poisons

Surfacing underneath,
Bitterness and anger seethe,
Just waiting to rise to the top,
Their venom not able to stop.

It's a shot it bleeds into the soul,
A place it will dwell to hold,
Making one become ill slowly,
And consumes them wholely.

Seeing with eyes of only hate,
It then becomes ones fate,
To live their life in misery,
Never releasing their toxicity. 

What then is the antidote?
Forgiveness would be the hope,
Which then peace will reside,
With blessings to then find.