Almost Unexplainable Hatred

(The views expressed in this poem and are not the views of Matthew S. Warnock and are not based on actual events at all!)

A noisy alarm,
At six thirty seven.
It was definitely not,
A sound from heaven.
The shrieking filled the jailhouse walls. Yet I was trapped inside with no voice.

I could not stand,
To hear another scream.
Coming from that room,
I did not wish to dream.
I heard his heavy footsteps nearing. How I hated that sound.

You can’t even imagine,
What he did to my brothers.
He told others…actually,
He never told others.
He opened the door while death filled my eyes like poison. I was poisoned by him.

I can’t even describe,
My hatred towards him.
Throughout my life,
My memories tend to dim.
I will never forget those God forsaken times. God left me to die.

The colors of our skin,
Were a rainbows delight.
But later I learned,
That it was quite a fright.
For those colors were represented death. Death was near then.

My privileges were,
I could last and obey.
But I always hope,
To live one more day.
But hopes and dreams…were all I had. Hopes and dreams were false.

All the evil you can think of,
Devils, Nazi’s, War galore.
Its worse than all those things,
And many, oh so many more.
I cry for hours because of my struggle of emotions. Love or hate the man I love or hate.

The man I was brought up to love,
The man who was so dear to me.
The man who I will always call dad,
The man who ignores my every plea.
Stop father. Halt father. Stop father. Please father. Love me.



The pain would start with just words,
And bottles later turn to actions.
His dizziness made things worse,
I could feel him through his strong reactions.
He still loved me dear, like any father should. He doesn’t mean the pain.

No! I will not fall back,
Into this snare.
And my believing,
Should be despair.
I will not forgive my dear father. It’s too late for him. His chances are over.

What he did to me,
Is unforgivable
How he is,
Just unlivable.
I cannot go on with him any longer. I would rather burn in hell.

I am positive,
The devil would care.
He would love me,
And be fair.
He would treat me better. Much, much better than him.

I will leave,
This earth I hate.
To God and heaven,
There lies my fate.
I belong with God for he loves me like a son. Not the devil.

I am through,
I am grim.
I hate him,
I hate him.
I hate him with the strongest passion one man can bear. I hate him.