Life

• Matthew Greenway, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2014

These words of hatred, ever flowing around me. These verbal missiles, always spreading sorrow and pain, shrouding the world in a veil of misery.
This school is a battle field, the artillery of insults constantly being fired, until the injured, start to injure themselves.
The agony, grows until death is the only cure.
The hate infects them, possess them until it finally claims their lives and moves on to another victim.
The world has evolved into a place of anguish with a population of depression that relentlessly grows.