THAT MIGHT BE ME i HATE
i recall his swing
as my blood flew,
screams in the night
while hatred grew.
with bottle in hand
he still must drink,
cast aside
as my heart does sink.
in silence alone
i did so weep,
with all our tears
in sorrows deep.
and upon his leave
i still do cry,
from this man
whom i wish would die.
for along these years
flow swiftly by,
his thought in mind
will gently pry.
so thinking of him
others do see,
him in this picture of only me.
a downward fall I seem to concede,
with all this Rage my soul does bleed!
for within this life’s unlawful fate,
i might just be
that man i hate.
05/18/94
