Hate

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I am numb,
numb to reality,
cold to the harshness,
that is my present.

I am as a deer;
caught in your squalid headlights of desire;
a prisoner to your carnality,
to you abrupt cacophony,
of domination and hurt.

I protect my fragility;
secreted away in some imagined oasis,
as the pain and desecration,
the inability to fight,
invades and destroys my pride.

Your victory, your triumph,
leaves me ashamed and powerless.
I feel dirty, depraved.

I hate you, I HATE ME.

Anger is buried,
like some lost volcano,
skin deep, yet unfound;
ready to erupt.

Unfathomable fear grows.
I should let it loose,
but I won’t. I can’t;
it hurts too much;
your knife of passion impaling my heart,
has destroyed my soul.


I hate you, I HATE ME.

Leave me alone,
to drown in my self deprecation.
Let me blame myself,
for your sickening recital,
your melody of violation.
Let me sink into my personal oblivion,
where I can hate myself…

I hate you, I HATE ME,
I hate me.
Let me die….

• Still wordy...

  by imdeadgoaway

  Posted Oct 17, 2008
  +4
  As a poem, it's good stuff. You could look at another one of my reviews on your stuff, and fill out this section with that.
  
  The feeling of anger was present, and it could be drawn from the lines.
  
  It's still... wordy. Especially for anger poetry. Hate shouldn't be so .... (read more)

• Date Added
• Oct 9, 2008 at 12:23 PM
• Article Type
• Opinion
• Genres
• Free Verse, Poetry
• Topics
• People, Horror, Thriller, Pain, Miscellaneous
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