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Hate is a word
That left me long ago
ignored
Like a child
went off
to find another plaything.

It consumes so much
without gratification
Clinging in wait
hidden in paranoia
It was no easy thing
to lose
but I plied it
with such bastardisations
Till I watered
that fucker down
to all its children

- annoyance
- grievance
- Intolerance
- frustration
- disgust
- irritation
- dread
- pomp
- rejection
- disregard
- Dislike
- ill-content
- division
- rage
- hindrance
- spite
- insecurity
- cruelty
The list goes on
far too much
for my liking

but Hate is a word
I have no use for.
Always looking
Over my shoulder
I saw past
the chip on it.

I don't despise it.
It has esteem for some
But for me
it is the last bastion
i hope that I'd breech
That I would
proclaim it valid,

It will now be the last
despicable act,
if I am ever capable-
which I doubt
for it does not
inspire me so,
because there is
an endless amount
of comfort
Found in that ocean of
grey dilution

And I shall never be content
to ever fade to black.