Trying not to cross that line between love and hate,
But I get lost on either side bet you can relate.
When the pain rises and you drown in uncertainty,
Certainly I cling to the last bit of oxygen holding me.
But you see the grip is weakening, asphyxiation taking over,
Time running out, last leaf on this four leaf clover.
Close my eyes and I succumb to fate.
Which one is it you wonder, is it love, is it hate?
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016