I 'blank' me
There are three words that haunt me.
Uninvited they break into my thoughts;
escape from my lips without restraint.
I hear them;
I feel them.
There are three words that plaque me;
festering deep within me, they itch at me,
driving me crazy until they explode unbidden.
I want to rip them apart.
I want to turn them inside out.
There are three words I wish of me,
crave to believe deep down inside—
pray for to overshadow the others.
I need to replace H.A.T.E.
I need to find L.O.V.E.
This was one of my found poems—tucked away within a sketch book I recently rediscovered. I felt it fit quite perfectly with my previous post. As you can see it was written almost exactly three years.