Hatred.
Hatred towards a woman I've never met,
Towards a name, restricted from any friends,
or offspring.
Hatred towards my king,
The very man who I looked up to,
in my childhood,
the one I went to for,
comfort,
from,
the discovery of cheats,
When he,
Was a perpetrator of that very crime.
Hatred towards myself,
For never seeing the signs,
Not wanting to believe that,
The pain,
Lies,
And broken trust,
That I went through,
My mother had felt.
Not wanting to acknowledge,
The fact that,
My mothers heart had been,
Broken,
By the man that vowed his love to her.
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My poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've written lately, I don't have a schedule for updates.
