Chatroom Hate

Loss is not a toy but fragile, heavy weight
on shoulders; delicate, aching scream that

wants to be heard, to cease the hurt, the pain
- this is something they do, will not understand.

I have seen hatred spread about, but I
have closed my eyes and let the streams carry me.

Ah, how can one be so ignorant, blind?
I wish it is not too late to redeem...

But what can we do, facing the bloodlust,
all alone? Join the cycle of hatred? Anger...

I am, bit by bit, losing my faith, trust;
for what I have seen and heard, I feel strangled:

choking with your cruel side I have just seen,
I wonder, what keeps me coming back here.