Novel in a year
Sunday, 26 February 2017
Poetry 7
I hate it.
Yes, that's right, me.
I am the I in
I hate it.
Hate, strong word.
Despise, detest,
Loathe, abhor.
It's big, deep,
Intense.
All consuming,
Overwhelming,
Destroying.
I just wish I knew
What the it was.
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