Hate ChildA Poem by OmilyLet's spit words at each other Until they grow and pile into offspring Like a love child, but more like a hate child And it's teething so it gnaws on everything In its path that was good and sweet But now it's sour, And I won't waste another hour Letting this child grow So let's kill it
I killed it and buried it Without the hope of reincarnation Because I just assume Its second life would lead to equal Devastation And I don't believe in resuscitation Of a creature, my own child, That could destroy me so fully
Our own child-- It will be dully noted That we murdered this together Butchered and slaughtered it Because we don't know any better And I don't know whether to be proud Or steal my sorrows by surrending My sobriety And I'll make it my priority To forget that this dysfunctional family © 2010 Omily |
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Added on April 19, 2010 Last Updated on April 19, 2010 AuthorOmilySt. Louis, MOAboutI'm an English major at a university somewhere. I like writing. more..Writing
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