Hate

A deep ache enters my body

Like a broken shell

A deep sweet ache that I know 

Like a bottomless well

I shake with the need

I quake with the heat

Like a dying sun

I'm ready to faint

Burn up and

Incinerate 

All consuming hate

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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