Hate
hate –
you write with it
it drips –
from nasty messages
the ones you send to me
hate –
there is no font called hate
yet, you seem to have found it
your english is poor
drenched as it is in the hate
which broke down your door
hate –
it pours from your pores
it takes a lifetime –
to grow with that kind of hate
it takes a lot of imagination
and a hell of a long wait
hate –
you have it in spades
it’s that hopeless unfulfilled life type
it lines too many graves
and i see that in what you write
James Garratt – Monday 1st January 2007
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Hate – Written Monday 1st January 2007 (Aged 31)
