I Am Hatred

• Rosie Rodgers, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

the eyes that glow with cold malice
the face that slowly seeps anger
the soul that is blackened by hatred
I am revenge
the long limbs that yearn to rip and tear
the frozen fingers clenched in fury
the high arching back that is bent in cunning
I am revenge
on a throne built on pain and suffering
swirling in blackness, only the eyes visible
in the inky depths
I am revenge
the mind twisted and warped by
a once justified hatred
but now all reason is lost
a cold, enduring lust for sorrow
I am revenge
the corrosion of evil lapping at my soul
once would have alarmed
but now is embraced
a tool for my purpose
I am revenge