I hate the way I walk in the footsteps of fatigue.
I hate the way of winter.
I hate the way life is magnified.
I hate the way that the setting is slow motion.
I hate the way I am no longer independent.
I hate the way I am rarely alone, but constantly lonely.
I hate the way it draws me to conflict.
I hate the way it feels so endless.
I hate the way I fear the future.
I hate the way the past is lost.
I hate the way it makes me cry.
I hate the way that I am not supposed to hate.
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Beautiful xxx
Beautiful post Nancy. Sending much love 💜💜
Thanks Treez, much love accepted and reciprocated. xx
Anytime beautiful lady xxxx
This perfectly incapsulates my own feelings too. Not always. But they’re there. And I feel disloyal to admit it sometimes.
Yes, that’s the thing. It’s a bit of a trap.
So many feelings in a short poem. Hope you give yourself a break from the hating x
Oh yes. Always x