tagNon-Erotic PoetryLack Of Hate

Lack Of Hate


I can't do it.
I try so hard.
I look at her.
It does not come.
It always has before.
The loathing.
The disgust.
The anger.
The Hatred.

Now it is gone.
I am just like before.
Same feelings.
Same timing.
Same place and man.
Am I resigned to it?

It hurts me to think.
I can't even see the end.
It has always come so easily.
Not now.
Ever again?
Maybe tomorrow?
Damn me if I know.

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