Our Denial of Hate

Our Denial of Hate



     Within the realms of madness

I look infinity in the eye,

     My hands outstretched to cushion

A fall into a darkened state

But the fall is never ending,

Never ceasing or explaining


     Infinity’s unwelcome grin.


     Downwards I continually plummet,

Like a Halo Jumper

With no parachute,

     No DZ below,

Just an Earth that reveals a

Gaping chasm to all our best offerings,


Down and down I go,

In a spiral with no

Points of a compass

To locate where I should be,

Just confusion and screaming till,

The grin reveals itself to me.


     And I am there

With hives upon the mind,

Discordant quarters of thought

That are tired from constant

Contradictions of daily living,

     Of daily throes of dying.


     In this state,

As birds I cannot hear

Squeal the last shrill tones of


     As the Great White Bears

Of the Polar Regions

Eat their own young;

     I know life as a lie

That death in all its ridicule

Has created,

     And its morbid

Undertakings has me

Hooked for; Death is life,

Life is death,

And none of it, is love!



Michael J Waite 11th of March 2017.




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Stu Buck

Sun 12th Mar 2017 16:24

what an excellent piece of writing. all your work showcases a real world weariness, and captures scenes and visions that only those who had the experiences that you did could hope to understand. but you translate them beautifully and allow us a glimpse into your mind, which is a dark yet attractive proposition

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