Unaware

• Seynab Farah, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2015

Unaware, you struck my heart with blows that left it dented.
Unaware, you planted seeds of hate in my heart.
Unaware, of their thirst to grow, you watered the seeds with your never ending pessimism.
Unaware, the seeds grew into different plants that symbolised my growing contempt for you.
Unaware, you became the gardener that stained my heart with a dark forest.
Unaware, I became a puppet; controlled and driven by despite.
Unaware, the light and love in my heart began to fade until it became a faint memory.
Unaware, I became consumed and engrossed by a dark evil.
Unaware, I lost parts of myself in the dimmed forest you created.
Unaware, I became the devil that for so long I loathed.