Hurt And Hate Poem by Patrica Hodge

i hurt i hate
myself i ache
too deeply i long
i can never
have no point
to ask if
you will
or could ever
love me
already i
know this
folly, prank
perpetrated
by my own heart
i should
expect such
treachery from
one who hates
so much
cruel god
who made such
prison heart
no door
no need for
a key as
no lock or
exit exists
fool
me a type of
stupid
screaming silently
hope is a fantasy
stratagem of the shallow
who expect
strange things from me