Living With Hate. Poem by Luke Curcio

Living With Hate.



Lo, I heard the hate from your brother.

I stood in disbelief of his angry.

Then I heard the murder from your mouth.

To which you instantly denied what was uttered.

And I remembered my father's rage to me with that same truth.

Then we came home, and my first sight was my sisters face.

Death was spoken to me, but death was done to her.

And now I live with the hate.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is about my wife's brother who was angry with me and lashed out with explicit language, and later texted awful things to her about me. Then, on the ride home, my wife and I argued, and she uttered, 'I wanna kill you.' My sister passed in 2021 and when we came home her picture was the first thing that caught my attention.
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