Just thinking about the past

suffocates me,
the night was filled with so much pain

that flowed into my head
as my vision blurred with
dancing stars.

My beaten body sways upon

the two feet I stand;
the rueful night bashes its way

back into my scarred brain,
how could I loathe something that happened

over a year ago?

The trampled silence works its way

into my broken mind.
Behind the clamped, bruised eyes I wish weren’t mine

I see the hidden hatred building up inside my heart,
like a disease spreading across the human race.

The veiled hatred turning into violent fear that

thrashes my freedom.