Ground

Breeding ground for the hate,
A slit in the wrong direction.
All thoughts, tears heading south
For the winter months.
Defences so weak,
Blood feeling the tension.
Hate evolves itself,
Making fears disappear.
Blade rusted over time,
Scars revealed of an imprint,
So deep.
Firing line, combat training,
Dodging the bullets
I want safe ground.