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May 2015
And as I lay my
Tired bones to rest
You're the last image
in my head

I thought,
I never knew I'm capable
Of feeling so much
For a person

I try not to,
But I think of you
Many times
In a day

Soon as I wake up
As I walk to work
As I have my lunch
As I look at the flowers you gave me

Everytime I stumble upon a reminder,
All the cells and all the atoms,
Each and very ounce of my being,
is trembling with hate and anger.

I try not to,
But I curse your name
In the wind, in my mind
Almost as often as I blink

And with hopes the wind
And the universe be in my favor
I hope it blows and deliver to you
My long kept
Unspoken
Hurricane of hate.
All millions of them in a day.

Until all hatred is gone.
Until I get tired.
Until I can't live up to the abhorrence
That you deserve.
Beatriz
Written by
Beatriz  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
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