Despise

Just a little annoyance.

From the depths of my soul,

I hate

the difficulty and complication

of what I can’t understand.

I strive to comprehend

what my mind won’t

allow me to.

I wish I could understand

what I so hotly hate.

 

Bitterly, I cry.

I wish for understand

that does not easily dawn.

My mind aches from

the effort I secrete

and the frustration I suppress.

An answer cannot

be found easily.

I become hyperly aware

of tiny, irritating details

that surround me.

Stop! Stop!

Stop now!

I can’t handle this madness.

Just stop before I go crazy.

 

I despise everything I hear.

Those details block

the path to my concentration

and comprehension.

I need my mind to clear

before I can readily think.

Now that silence has come,

my mind relaxes.

The ache I felt

moments before disappears.

I am left with

a satisfying sense of serenity.

 

I despise no more.

Author's Note

This little piece here erupted from the frustration I felt over doing my math homework. It was so difficult to understand at the time, but I figured out the answer eventually. Also, I believe that the people around me were bothering me while I did my homework.

Reviews

[Kiri Nells]

Oh my, so heartfelt and passionate . Its flowing and doesn't seem forced at all. This is absolutely awesome! Great write :) 100/100