Disgusted.

Poetic exercise for colleague and I.

I kill your roses.

I burn your flap jacks.

I throw rocks at your pictures.

I soak your books with my tears.

I hate you.

You disgust me.

Why would you hurt me?

Did you love me?

I loved you.

But I guess that wasn't enough.

Author's Note

Reviews please?

Reviews

[prodicallife]

Dear Just,

That is smelling of a rage and also, a broken heart that is screeching to be live again for the same old person whose return is not into the notes of time clock.

The arousing disgust, the nonacceptance of the lost, the crying heart made me numb once I read through.

I much appreciate your approach towards the way you have explained all above.

Beautiful write!!

Stay blessed
Prodical

[Bri]

Awe, thank you!

[prodicallife]

You are welcome. :)

Prodical

[paras]

now thats a poem with a question and rage
nicely penned.! :)

[Ashiq B]

Now there's raw emotion in this poem, loved it, awesome stuff. It is unadulterated rage and pain put in words, nothing more pure. Great work!

[Sami Khalil]

Powerful to say the least...Pen on...:).............

[00000000000000000000000..]

Well said:) Gosh hope your not having one my days as well. I can relate to the poem all to well. You did justice with it dear friend:)

[SheriH]

Omg beating my heart is beating!!! Wounderfull write
sheri~