The Hurt

The Hurt short poem

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As I could feel the anger build up
I wanted to hurt him with the all the hate and distrust
I wanted to stab him
As if to kill was a longing desire
I had been hurt so why not kill
This was something I couldn’t do but it was such a strong feel
I looked at him everyday wanting to take his life
I fight back the anger
I knew it would never be nothing more
Why should I hate someone so much that most young girls adore
What was a father who did not provide
What was a father who didn’t protect his child but yet tried to deny
What was a father that had not any use besides hurt , ignorance and abuse
So fallen off a path that he had nothing left to give but an excuse
I’m definitely hurt
If I was to eat right now I couldn’t even swallow dessert
I’d starve and die but for this man that I should call father you’d never see me cry

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Aloke
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A personal anger turned into a beautiful poem of passion. Keep on writing !

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