A Poem by KateH038

This is for my "mother." Hate is a strong word...I reserve it for the truest of meanings.

- What a somber life. One with no feeling, regard or even good will at all. Stepping not over the cracks, instead treading upon them; yet, you're left with many gaps that can never be filled.
- An empty conscience, a cold, careless heart with plaguing feelings of darkness and certainly countless times of often loneliness and disposition with your own being. You cope in silence as misery's finest company.
- Sleepless nights, thoughtless, unfeeling stares and gazes - a walking, empty mass you are in the hours of the sun, with no intentions of ever confessing to your own shortcomings - what a thorn in your side must your own existence be!

© 2017 KateH038

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This sounds like a difficult situation that you have lived with. I'm sorry.

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Difficult, yes but I'm not sorry because it's taught me resilience and to be tough. Thank you so muc.. read more

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This is my secondary account since I, for some reason, cannot log back into my other account. This section will offer the same info about me as my other account did - I'm the mother of 2 children, a 1.. more..