Hate Poem by H Seeking

She has him wound up
On her little finger right
Twisted and turned
Screwed and burnt
And yet he cannot see
His own sorry plight

Endless heartburns I suffer
I am singed
I look for cover
But again tis near you
That I begin to hover
Oh that yesterday could last forever

Beckons she to him
Come hither my dear
And there you go
Wandering like a doe
Oh the power and pelf
That endears to you her dubious self

I wish for lightning to strike
Smite her out of my very sight
Smite her away into smithereens
Her evil self smashed to her spleens
And then again I refrain
Being the nicer one there is so much to gain

A lonely life
A sorrowful heart
Not everyone can deal
With this higher form of art
Tis my destiny
I have solitude for company