HATE THAT YOU MADE

hate is the feeling the you impose upon
my heart a effortless stab wound that
continuesly spreads apart the feeling
that molds who i am a lonley footprint
left soley in the cold, damp sand your
breath that spoke words so untrue yet
in my soul i once believed in you now
i see what is real and what is not all
the hurt you bestoyed upon me i can
only wish upon you total distrought
the way you can go through your life
passive and without care to treat me
like you have how could you dare? Those
that feel pain also produce and it will
all in the end come back to you in the
darkness you will stand and alone will
be your fate without love or a friend!

Cheryl Lynn Shillingburg