Cruelty Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez

Cruelty



The cruelest thing to me,
Is not to kick me,
To hit me,
Or to hurt me physically.

To me the cruelest thing...
Is to temporarily accept me,
Give me love, compassion, and friendship.
To pull me out of my protective darkness,
Only to throw me back in when I've seen the light.

And act like I never existed...

-SOH

Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,darkness,friendship,trust
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have found that love and friendship are temporary in this world. In the end, all I have is myself.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 21 November 2015

This poem creates a world, or perhaps THE world, because it is recognizably our present day place of being. There are varied conditions and experiences in this world, some positive, others negative. You contrast two kinds of cruelty and show why you consider one worse than the other. Your language is precise, the alternative negative/affirmative positions, clear, and (I want to highlight this) the whole poem is like a tightly coiled device with an exlosive release.

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Kelly Kurt 29 September 2015

Yes, betrayal is the worst pain. Nicely written, Sana

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