A Poem by Ian Copestick

Punk Noir Magazine

I Hate You

I hate you,
yes you,
and I do mean
you specifically.
How dare you
get on with life ?

I’m stuck here
in the seventh
circle of Hell.

How dare you
Anything that
doesn’t revolve
around crying,
hating life, and
yourself, and
feeling such loss
that it kills you ?

How dare you ?
Karen is dead !
That’s the only
thing in my mind.
My wife of 18 years.

Eighteen years, gone.
I’ll never get over it.
You have !
Or you are doing,
That’s why I
fucking hate you.