This Is How I Hate Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

i hate with a vigor
that cripples
even the sanest thought
from my head.

i hate with an intensity
that shatters walls
leaving broken
remnants bleeding my feet.

i hate, i hate, i hate
with a sudden
heartbeat-stopping,
pounding,
life-ending overflow,
of waves crashing
on stonewalls of
memory-washed,
memory-forgotten
moment of now.

i hate with a passion
that sucks
even the faintest
glimmer of light
into a big
black
miserable hole.

this is how i hate.
this is me that i hate.