Place My Hate Poem by victoria martinez

This place here…
This hate here…
It’s a developed feeling…
Coming right along…
It’s a hard shadow…
It fades with the dimming light from up above…
Did God shun this place?
He saw my forsaken face?
I thought he died for me?
I thought this is what made me free…
This place here…
This hate here…
It’s developed into pain…
A feeling I drained from my memories…
No shadows the light went out…
God, he shunned this place…
Tears, this thick glassy water upon my face…
This place here…
This hate here…
I died for me…
Freedom doesn’t exist…
This place…
My hate…