2-26-19
For awhile,
It didn't happen,
It was just a bad dream,
The remenence of a nightmare.
Then I catch a glance,
The monster that stares back at me,
And like tidal waves,
It rolls back at me.
And in that instant,
The hate breeds itself,
For each new time it doubles,
And i am a victim still you control.
I hate myself for allowing it,
And the hate for you starting to kna
Copyright © Ash Motes | Year Posted 2019
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