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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
