Insipid Hatred

Lying there wondering,
Afraid and confused,
You question your motives,
You question your muse.
You try and deny it,
Fight all you want.
This feeling is lying
Deep within your heart.
You don’t even want it,
This feeling that is;
You try and control it,
Its already in.
You sit as time changes,
And flies by your door,
This insipid hatred
That you just can’t ignore.
It’s creeping within you,
Stabbing at your soul,
You feel your lungs closing,
As you burn the black coal.
You watch your life pass you
Right in front of your eyes
Your head fills with questions:
Like when, where, or why???
You feel your hand slipping
As your palms start to sweat
You’re feeling so anxious,
So full of regret.
You wonder "what if?"
What if you could tell them?
Then you shake your head
Crying by yourself…