Sense of Hate

Why oh why
must it be
That thoughts of death
are consuming me.
Here I sit
pin and bottle in my hand
And with all this weight
I can barely stand.
I see the shadows
I feel your eyes
I hear your hate
It's my despise.
I sense a end
yet see a beginning
All in mind
my head is spinning.
So come fourth
I summon thee
Set aside my fear
cause I want to be free.

Reviews

[Lovecraft]

Aside from a few grammar problems, this poem is surprisingly good. I hate when people misspell and don't use proper syntax and grammar. ;)

All in all, a great poem about the fear and anxiety that can often trap us from doing what we might want to do or accomplish. Nicely written, Hicks! :)

"So come fourth" should be "So come forth".

"I sense a end" should be "I sense an end".

Sorry, I had to point it out, i'm somewhat obsessive that way. ;D

[Lauren Nicks]

Thank you so much for correcting that, I tend to get so wrapped up with the poems and look over the little things!

[Jake Schmitz]

This is beautiful in a simplistic way. You write in a way that any reader can relate but it's specific enough to build emotions behind each line

[Lauren Nicks]

Thank you very much!