Hate (poem)

My attempt at describing a feeling...another request poem.


A dark blot of ink sinks into my chest
a dot...
hardly even a visible spot, but
with every breath it grows.
Oily, shiny sludge in my heart.
Lungs pumping harder, heavier
while the dot is gaining volume
becoming thicker and my mentality:
sicker and sicker and sicker.

And my eyes fill veiny red
instead of tearing,
which is in relation to sadness...
but this is not...this inner slimy
sludge is simmering and
consuming.
This is sadness plus a violent
push.
This is out of my hands
and in yours.