The Vengeance of Hatred
up and down feelings
floor to the ceiling
big and the small
or barely at all
jumble of thoughts
build up like a compost
all of the utmost
useless importance
String me along for days
like ever present
unaware essence
of the magical sun's
scorching lashing out r
shooting through the vacant space
only one destination
like a certain pinpoint revelation
Stabbing back
we surprise attack
the only shock
comes to me as an afterthought...
I hold in the hatred
until it becomes sacred
I inhale the passion
nothing more natural
than my outward reaction
addition through the simplest subtraction
the hate is so hard to replace
what is left to drive me
the anger inside me
I am here because of my rage
brought me to the brink of breakage
just when the point is revealed naked
it disappears, retreating through the hatred
Where is it hiding?
I miss the surge
burning into my every word
the last I remember
I was misplaced, self centered
when the source was discovered
a curious love entered
and drove out the negative
edited and erased
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