A Feeling Felt I
My heart is resentful
My soul is full of hate
Directed to you or inwards
To the whole of everything
And to nothing all the same
I despise despising
And hate hate
I am confused
I am upset
My innermost being claws at itself
Conflicted;
Wishing for harm, for death
For peace, for love
For calm in the eye of Satan’s storm
My heart is tired
My soul is full of woe
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Author:
Chloe Miller (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when I was feeling a particular feeling. Artwork: Untitled by Zdzislaw Beksinski
- Category: Sad
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