Family

• Anna Hinh, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

It starts with jealousy,
Weakened by humiliation,
Conscience begins to fall apart,
Absorbing in its place: the raft of fury,
Slowly growing in strength, conscience fogged with torturous gore,
Unclear with every step
Thoughts of consequence and revenge disembowels, the rightness of right judgment
Consecutively angered by threat and harassment and violence,
Hot tears pouring from thee red sour eyes,
As crying does nothing, why resource to it?
Afraid of acknowledging pain.
Lunacy fond of acting upon the ones that thee loathe,
Charming ambiguous emotions lurking deep beneath,
Now blinded by retribution and liberty,
Longing to be disengaged from imprisonment -let go
From all worries,
From all the pain,
From the place I once loved,
From the place I now loath.
All from the simple thought of being alone.