I HATE ( A POEM)

 

I love the rising Sun,

But always fail to wake

Before it has risen;

Wake from my slumber,

Physical

Mental

Emotional.

I love the setting Sun, too

But never have I been able

To leave my room

When setting has begun;

The room of my prison,

Office

Home

Heart

Which is full of gloom!

The gloom which rising Sun

Always fails to remove;

But setting Sun

Always succeeds to make,

Thicker

Denser

Darker.

I love the order to reverse

Yet

I always wait for the worst

And I hate it.

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