You laugh near midnight,
A cold and bitter laugh
I raise my glass to the stars,
Who boil with distress
What a folly excuse,
The one you’ve made
You walk the path of hatred,
You’ve really made the grade.
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J.D (Pseudonym) (
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(indeed, but who can blame them
dear Poet
see, its so much easier to Hate
shake your head, in denial
point fingers, at those universally
marginalised
and count yourself lucky, its not you;
while
those being, victimised
choose, anger
because its easier, than striving
for forgiveness', capacity
for self-Empowering, emancipation
and that makes it simple
to Hate, everyone
that accosts them
and then use that, as
their bases
for Nihilism's, self-Hate
and on
and on
and on
the cycle continues...
like Spring's blossoming Lily
foreshadowing
its Autumnal demise, despairingly)
thanks for sharing! such
a thought provoking read, dear Poet
Right you are. Thank you for this take on my poem.
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