Heather Bateman Poet I do not know?

I Do Not Like

I do not like my state of mind 
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men...
I'm due to fall in love again."

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Beata Agustin August 18, 2026 at 1:41 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A March 26, 2016 at 12:17 AM Heather Bateman, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A August 6, 2015 at 1:47 AM Heather Bateman,, Enjoyed reading your poem. **SKAT**

Robert Pettit December 11, 2011 at 9:07 PM I don't blame you for disliking your present state of mind. You have described everything quite well with decent rhyming. Overall, an impressive offering.