Hate Poem by James Casey

Hate

Rating: 4.5


Hate

Everyone knows someone to hate,
Often they claim it is their mate.

Truth be told, I will be bold.
It is contempt with myself that I hold.

Life's paths I have wandered.
Seldom did it lead to good places.

For others my wisdom abounds,
Myself it only seems to confound.

The web gets tangled when I weave,
I am simply trying to perceive.

I run with friends in a tempest swirl,
More times than not, it over a girl.

No problem too big for Absolute to solve.
In no time at all the room, it, revolves.

Noon peaks in, I think 'What a sin'.
Contempt wells up and I give in.

Then guess what?
I do it again, FOOL

Jim 1965

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Kicking myself for making the same stupid mistake over and over again
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James Casey

James Casey

Binghamton, New York
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