Spite

An abstract poem I made a longtime ago about spite.

Spite

It felt good to burn.
To be twisted and bent out of proportion.
To rot to the core and be reborn....
To tear and kill everything in my path.

It felt good to die.

To feel the cool wetness on my core.
To be strangled.
To become nothing.

To be reborn again...

I would like to be the sky.
A wise observer.
Feeding the hate from afar.
Watching the growth and nurturing it.
Immortal.

It must be sad.
This life.
I don't want it.
Nobody wants it.
But yet I live in spite of it all.
In spite of the unforgiving sky.

I was made out of spite.
I live in spite.
I die in spite.

But isn't that everyone's life?
What a hypocrite.

Author's Note

What is this about? What can you infer? Criticism?

Reviews

[Kai Rollins]

I personally enjoy abstract concepts (and writing) spiteful humans we all are. I seek to be thunder...so if you're the sky you rain me down? Just wondering. Powerful note to end it on

"What a hypocrite"
Great display of emotion

[MADAM]

To me the sky represents a person that is ignorant, the person feeling the spite wishes they could be ignorant, though I like your interpretation :3 none of my friends interpreted it like that, very different, I like it:D and thank you haha

[Kai Rollins]

.........misinterpretation. Hahaha

[MADAM]

No misinterpretation^^) it's n abstract poem, it can mean anything you want:3 I have another own I'm about to post that's extremely open to interpretation, I'd like to see your thoughts on it, it'll be called "in rainy town"

[Kai Rollins]

No probs ^_^ feel free to read anything I've ever written haha