My Self-Hatred

I am a man
The bane of my existence
And my greatest nemesis
This will not be the first that i water my self hatred
Nor the last last that i murder my self worth
A self imposed curse without an end
An end i shall never seek
And a torment i shall always endure
Inflicted upon myself by myself.
Fore i am just a man
The bane of my existence
And my greatest nemesis

by Hafeni Nghidinua

Comments (26)

interstice- -an interval of time.. So perhaps Whitman was there as an older man and sees himself as a young man.... that is intriguing!
A Winter Night! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.......here is the essence of the ooem. Beautifully crafted.
So touchingly inscribed. Beautiful poem. I appreciate this poem.
Ow- Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
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