Drawing/Sketch · free verse · hate and anger · Mixed media · pain and suffering · poetry · relationships

Focus of hatred

An idea of all concept

will be a construct lies,

not of the firmament of all foundation.

Yet it solidifies here where my bone is

lodged in the memory of hatred,

because that of focus of rage is the fuel

I need. . .

not to move,

not to begin,

neither or either where my insanity lies.

You of all,

should have at least gave love,

in spite of it all.

You kept your jealousy for yourself

and a selfish greed that knows no evil only to yourself.

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