I Hate
April is around the corner; I hate her more today than ever
I hate her greenness, her flowers, her pretty ways.
I hate that oak tree, and those daffodils and that lilac bush.
I hate the buds and the blossoms and the grass.
I hate the rain, this umbrella, and my rain boots.
I hate that you will not be here to see April this year.
I hate it that April was your favorite month
I hate being here alone, on my own.
I hate it that you left me
I hate you for leaving me
I hate death
I hate life
I hate.....
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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