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Beautiful Friend

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This poem is dedicated to my stepfather. This would not have been possible without you.

Here’s to you…

Hate will consume your life, they all say,
Hate is a burden that looks for a prey.
Darkness will slowly envelop your soul,
An easy rhythm of fear and control.

Hate is a burden far too great to bear,
A certainty more revealing than glare.
An incurable wound without any bounds,
As wretched and tragic a word as it sounds.

My hatred’s alive, it keeps going strong.
Forgiveness is earned, forgetting is wrong.
It’s easy to hate you for all you have done.
Forgiving, forgetting feels just like a gun.

A gun to your head devoid of all favor;
Torment charged bullets that only I savor.
A gun that shoots constant horror and pain,
Two gifts from me – your woe keeps me sane.

Hatred of you makes me happy, fulfilled,
Makes me work harder for the life that I’ve built.
A life full of love, endurance, and joy,
Something you want that you’ll only destroy.

It’s easy to hate, you’ve infected my life,
Unbearable cuts you made like a knife.
I am not ashamed and I’ll scream ’til the end,
My hatred of you – a beautiful friend.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

 

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