Why Hatred.(On Poemhunter…) ? Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Radical displays of introversion
And self induced recoiling bleakness
Seem to be the trademark of some
Nasty, distressed and saddened
pencil pushers and word throwers
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Who bit you and left their venom
In your veins?
Your tourniquet turns black from red
Is that all you see, all you feel
I don't fancy waking up in your dawn
I wish I could rid you of such poison
Lance and rectify your suppurating wound
Clear away the dark air that spins and weaves
Like a full cloud of biting flies
Around your thoughts and theories
While you do your best to detest
Your brothers and sisters
Simply for placing thoughts out loud
That don't sit with your dark ones
The sad thing though, my writer, my poet
Is that in the end it (your self sympathy)
Will devour and swallow all of you
With just the faintest hiccup.