On the other end ( a poem of hate) 12/20/21 — Summary

What do you get when you turn off the light? what do you get when the day turns to night? What do you get when you've gone too far? What do you get from a broken heart?

Me Ive always been here lurking in places you'd never think of

You've always run in fear cowering in a corner, you hide

Away You cannot escape me knowing you are of this, and yet you deny

EVERYTHING!! You know you feel me no matter how much you try not to You know you want me no matter how much you try to be a good person

Oh poor you!! what a pitiful soul what good does it do to love when you know only I can fill that hole that's so deep in your heart

What good is it to care When you know they don't want you they don't like you they HATE YOU

All you have to do is give in all you have to do is sin Just once! only a little!

then, you can watch the world fall to your knees you know people are brittle!

It's so easy! just give up! Stop trying to be something you're not! Stop resisting! You've done it before!

Come on, take my hand! I'll show you what it's like on the other end once more~

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Samantha Harper's poem is spoken by a dark voice that seems to live inside the person it addresses. It opens with questions about darkness and heartbreak, then the voice introduces itself: it has always been "lurking," and its listener has always hidden from it. The title's "poem of hate" suggests this voice is a kind of hatred, perhaps one directed at the self, though the poem never says so outright.

The voice mocks, flatters and bullies by turns. It tells the listener that love is pointless, that others "HATE YOU," and that giving in "just once" would be easy. Its promise of power, watching the world "fall to your knees," is hollow bait. The line "You've done it before" hints at a cycle of temptation and relapse, and the closing invitation to "take my hand" feels more chilling than aggressive.

The mood is tense and claustrophobic. Capital letters, exclamation marks and short, pushy lines make the speaker sound like a voice that won't stop talking.

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