From Hate to Empty

Empty with worthlessness,

Black screens and space,

Orange furnace too far away to help,

False promises prevent wholeness,

Fences crawl coldly upon my skin.

Relief from people who understand

Is false, manipulating flourishes from selfish

Fulfillment and intentional ruin of

Worthless beings who should

Block connections to prevent

pain from smashed tow trucks

Filled with vases of hate and

Broken trust, flowing with lies.

They say,

Look at your life!

You fucked it up yourself!

I Run from these actors and hide,

Accept the worthlessness.

Know that all wish to harm.

Hope to find love in the hidden corners.

Wait for the flowering orange to

Travel quickly across carcasses,

Swim in my hollow chambers.

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  1. #1 by Evelyn on January 17, 2011 - 9:10 pm

    devastating ending, difficult poem.
    hard feelings…

    • #2 by Carl on January 17, 2011 - 9:58 pm

      Yes, it was difficult. Therapeutic. When done with something like this, the world suddenly looks better.

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