I hate a word

I hate a word

I hate a word that is inside

I hate a word that is felt

I hate a word that cannot be explained

Black Sight

  I hate a word

It pushes at all things

There are moments of embracing

It grabs me and holds me down

 

I hate a word

It squeezes me to death

There are times I cannot control it

It shuts me down to nothing

 

I hate a word

It smothers my heartbeats

There are struggles in the night

It shuts me and cloaks my eyes

 

I hate a word

It captures my minds words

There are ways it slices my throat

It chokes me and takes my life

 I hate a word

 Black Sight

I hate . . .

Black Sight

alone

Black Sight~~~~~~~

Black Sighti hate . . .Black Sightme

me

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23 thoughts on “I hate a word

  1. I love words that can’t be explained. But I get frustrated when I can’t find a word for a particular action. (sorry to be so prosaic, it’s just something that’s been bugging me lately)

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  2. Loved the poem and the way in which you wrote it.. I was reading thinking what word, what word, so it kept my interest to the end. But I am said that alone is a horrible word to you. I like to be alone and do my own thing. If you accept it, reveal in it, then it might open you up and them maybe you wont be alone! Great poem that makes us all think.

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    • Thank you. I think everyone goes through those moments. I just tend to share them more often. I think people need to know it’s okay to feel and then read my humor pieces and see that things are okay. Just admit you feel.

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  3. I agree with kazg10 and Salvavenia…as humans we always have that need to feel needed but being alone with yourself is not really being lonely..it opens the windows of your soul..never hate yourself..we are all guilty of self hate but realize that only by loving yourself you can truly be happy..nothing and no one can do that for you but you..

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    • There are moments when we all go through what the poem says I imagine. It’s just when I do I tend to write about it and share it. That might be a bit insane to do, but it’s what I do at times. Alone is okay sometimes, but there are times when you don’t want to be alone. I have those moments. But people can read what I write and then go look at my humor pieces and see that things are okay, it’s just that I am admitting I am human and fragile at times.

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    • Maybe tomorrow. A major Fibro flare this weekend, really that past several days combined with just feeling alone and the Migraines. A Perfect Storm so to speak. Thank you for the hope. 🙂

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