The Puzzle of Hate
The hurt,
that tore open
my heart.
My soul.
It’s back,
longing for more,
threatening
to close in
on me.
To swallow
my life,
into an ocean
of darkness
and fright.
It lurks,
all around me,
like a
shadow
stalking the back
of my mind.
Whispering
a secret
in my ears,
the words,
just quiet enough,
that I cannot
grasp them,
and peice the
puzzle of hate
together.