The Vengeance of Hatred

up and down feelings floor to the ceiling big and the small or barely at all jumble of thoughts build up like a compost all of the utmost useless importance String me along for days like ever present unaware essence of the magical sun's scorching lashing out r shooting through the vacant space only one destination like a certain pinpoint revelation Stabbing back we surprise attack the only shock comes to me as an afterthought... I hold in the hatred until it becomes sacred I inhale the passion nothing more natural than my outward reaction addition through the simplest subtraction the hate is so hard to replace what is left to drive me the anger inside me I am here because of my rage brought me to the brink of breakage just when the point is revealed naked it disappears, retreating through the hatred Where is it hiding? I miss the surge burning into my every word the last I remember I was misplaced, self centered when the source was discovered a curious love entered and drove out the negative edited and erased