How can someone,
As old, as wise, as a tree
As near as my breath
As for me, as I am for me
Hate me, disgust me ?
For my germinating mind
Was a failure

For my insecurity baited
That silly child
Suddenly, so sudden
It guided my mouth
To blurt out
A blurred nonsense
No sense in time, for a person

But how can that arrow
Be so swift and sharp

So precisely on target ?

How hate just clouds years of love ?
Like there was never any sun

Every moment defying nature
Announcing pain
Days, years, gone by

Pk