Maybe it was my fate to always hate
To loathe and despise
After all love and hate they
stand side by side
at the same entry gate
into the mind.
Sedate I'd feel the need to vent
to isolate, to feel
Something, anything, a negative
rather than a positive.
To overstate my need.
My want to hate
would obviate and obscure my fate.
Hate doesn't differentiate
Hate needs no explaining
Emanate hate, and you are guarded
from others, and yourself.
Love allows disappointment
Hate allows the known.
Hate humiliates me, this I know
It manipulates, resonates and reverberates
But, this I know
Hate like a crow will pick my carcass
like carrion.
Please let love pervade
Please let love venerate
Please let love in at the gate.