Here It Comes Again Poem by Dorsey Baker
Here It Comes Again
Hate walks in
with its ugly face
eyes bloodshot mouth twisted out of shape
naked and wearing no mask
moving quickly
without warning
like a bolt out of the blue
stepping up to the plate
bat in hand
ready to hit a home run
answering its own voice
seeing no victims
fear its motive
its venom like salt on the tongue
ready to be spit out
heavy like sea water
deep like darkness
sick like insanity!
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