The child within scratching at my insides
Tearing at my skin
Sick of suffocating
Done with dying
Fighting for freedom
But not today
Conversations had normally
Unbeknownst to others
A voice pleas
Screams
Begs
'Someone hold me.'
'Someone please help me.'
'This shell is so angry, so black.'
But when no one hears, the child cowers back...
Fades into the all encompassing darkened oblivion...
That is the hate in me.
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just allow the hate to disapate as itz always ok to have DARKness within. if only the DARKness can be nonthreatening and not that of evil. sometimes people confuse DARKness as being morbid and not as a sanctuary as i see it. may the peace you need finds you in the time to thwart any hate that may linger, DARK
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interesing...
it's a good poem...very very good
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