HURRICANE OF HURTS

OK so I wanted to do a poem that focuses on H's. My mind went a bit dark...not unusual. I had fun with the crazy art. So here's today's poem of H's...
                           

Hate holds hard onto my heart

He has horrible hang ups

that harm my happiness

Hence my world was hindered 

A husband he is not

but he is hot

Hostility fills my hours

like a hobby 
---

If I could hire 

a hit man

and hide 

from the heat

It would be helpful

tho harsh

So I hesitate

---

I could not handle

his habits

You reap what you harvest

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My head is hazy

it needs a holiday

From the hook

he has on my mind.

By Lynn Hahn