I Hate My Life (A Poem)

I Hate My Life

“I hate my life,”
I said,
Morning after morning,
Never noticing these words slip,
Drip like saliva
Leaked during the night, until
She said,
“You groan that daily.”
But my moans were not meant to
Precipitate harm; they deluged

Yet, when those Hate-
Words were
Released my attitude bent from a
Rising altitude of

Who knew those
Instances were such
Impressionable periods of time,
Swallowed moments that go
Down once,
Like drool puddled in my pillow,
Never to be drawn
Out, an unforgiving