Loathing Hate

Awake in shadows, breath returns,

A flame rekindled, though it burns,

I curse the dawn that finds me here,

Alive, yet tangled in my fear.

The void I sought, still out of reach,

A silent scream, no words can breach,

I hate the pulse within my veins,

That binds me to unending pains.

But deeper still, a darker twist,

I loathe the hate that still persists,

For in this web of dark and light,

I fight the urge to end the fight.

Each breath a burden, heavy, stark,

A heartbeat echoing the dark,

Yet hating hate, a twisted dance,

A wretched, bitter, cruel romance.

Awake to live, to feel, to see,

The fragments of my misery,

I walk the edge, a fragile line,

Between despair and the divine.

In this awakening, I find,

A paradox within my mind,

To hate, to live, to fear, to yearn,

In each new day, the lessons burn.

Written by Annabelle.