-poetic
The morning, the sun,
light beats my face
Another day in ‘paradise’
Hell in heaven
good place, bad people
–
Hate, not so much as jealousy
jealous of the happiness
bourne by the rest
I bear but a curse
Of darkness, of hate
A curse that weakens
to the point of
self destruction
No reason to live
but life itself
Shattered shards
of glass long unkept
glued together
too many times
Never layed to rest
shards dripping
blood
innocent or guilty
irrelevent
Only anger lets me
survive