Hate

Poem By Sandra Osborne

Somewhere, it must have happened first,
The fear, the anger,
The helpless feeling of guilt.

Somewhere, it must have happened first,
The sarcasm, the malice,
The wearied feeling of shame.

Somewhere, it must have happened first,
The desertion, the anarchy,
The drained feeling of alone.

Somewhere, it must have happened first,
The lost love, the lost faith,
The stoic feeling of the end

Somewhere, it must have happened first,
Somewhere, it must have.

Comments about Hate

Although undoubtedly painful, perhaps from the past, this needed to be said I think. The shock always hurts the most, doesn't it. Very heartfelt poem. H


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