Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire♥
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. ~ Robert Frost
I love poetry. I can find a poem that whispers (or screams) into my heart and soul… that flows through my veins.
Lets talk of HATE. Hate is: a: intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b : extreme dislike or antipathy : loathing.
Ahhhhh, loathing. I am familiar with loathing.
Hate is such a powerful word that I tend to refrain from using it often or pretty much at all. But I have learned Hate. I feel it flow through me at different degrees for the abuse my son endured… for knowing that fuck-hole is responsible and not in jail YET.
I HATE you fuck-hole and I am sending that energy out into the universe, into your direction. May the same abuse be inflicted upon you that you did to my beautiful Son.
My son is my sunshine.
Fuck-hole, your not worth the air you breathe. ~ written April 2010
© bipolarmuse 2010