The Logic of Hatred

The realization of the poison that is hatred.

The logic of hatred dictates that it is unequivocally inevitable.

It resides in us all,

perhaps buried 

deeply, festering, 

patiently looming in the darkness,

assessing, waiting. 

All the while feeding on our vulnerabilities, 

wrapping itself around the bowel of our insecurities, 

investigating our weaknesses, 

exploiting our pain,

twisting and turning it into something unrecognizable. 

Until, alas there is an opening and it is free.

Free to run wild, 

blood drunk on our vileness, 

tongues soaked in the asterisks of our insanity, 

dripping the venom from the linings of our souls.

An infestation, 

no longer dormant, 

no longer a slave to our sensibilities, 

it is free to be you and me. 

See it knows no limits, 

pays no mind to its host,

it boasts

of exploited memories

and histories 

and with your every weakness it grows into a beast…

Untamed.

Reviews

[Wonderland Asylum]

I like your choice of words here, but maybe with your next poem, give it a different structure.
Instead of paragraphs, try stanzas. It will give the poem more impact.
It really is a great read. Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading more of your work.