Standing at Hate Cliff

standing at hate cliff
screaming my lungs out!
you wouldn't believe what
the silent wind didn't
say to me

the audacity of nature
the hypocrisy of man
journals filled with confused scribblings,
compulsive ramblings;
I don't hate anyone

I love my mom
I love my sister
I want to love the twisted faces
on the subway

I want to believe in the huddled masses,
in the morning,
like roaches

so I stand at hate cliff
and scream to tears
a hollow heart
missing the touch
from the angel of love

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