Playing With The Somber Human Heart

• Ashweena Khan, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Thy wish is of incapabale fear,
To weigh them down with the weights of the world.
They see you as a little tear when you can,
Destroy them with a hand and a spear.
No need for companions ,
Friends or foes.
My only friend is,
Darkness and cold.
The despicable smile,
That wipe out miles.
Of innocent beings,
Mute to the world.
Look down at them as little ants,
Ending in terrible ends.
Put them in tiny enclosures and,
Let them smell hatred in its many scents.