I hate...

my unshared memories,

the uncommonness that doesn’t pray, doesn’t kiss,

that is forgotten in coldness, in emptiness;            

pain

the weep of those who are unable to converse,

that cannot be trusted;

those incapable to discern

 

I hate…

insensibility;

an old sunless morning;

stalking death that kidnaps and looms over me;

darkened walls,

dead ends

 

a dark storm,

impure souls,

hands covering false illusions,

black paper,

he who maims hope,

dishonor,

unwillingness to apologize

 

I hate…

hell without skies,

the murderer of truth,

the skinless mask of unreason,

asphalt and cement as a virtue

 

ambiguous and enslaved feelings,

harmless words belittled,

subjugated verses sometimes sweetened;

muted anger

 

I hate…

hardships that leave scars,

the tears that leave sorrow,

tumultuous days wherein the world cries,

angst and despair

 

the pathetic clown that has fun with other people’s pain,

the hopelessness that accompanies disability,

the cracks of conformism and lethargy,

the anxiety of feeling false friendship…

 

© Noris Roberts