A Love To Hate

Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!

Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!

Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (8)

The first line here leaves out a word; it should be We think of her hidden.... Lovely poem
Linda you wrote a wonderful poem about my favorite poet, i think emily is one of the best, if not thee best poet ever. you did a great job on this one, a work of art.
otherwise, what could she be living for?
nice poem/tribute, Linda... I am a big fan of Emily. dan
I haven't read much of Emily Dickinson, but I like the little that I have read. A sterling tribute to her, I'd say. Delicious description. Regards.
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