His Last Wrath

He shook and shivered, miraculously
Drank some coffee and put the cup down
Hard-headed and extremely unruly
As rays vanished and the day turned to dawn

He felt sedated, for now
All alone, undisturbed
Wanting to call somebody, it’s only minor
Still, to do so he was unperturbed

He laid his heavy head on the pillow
Thinking and mixing his thoughts about
The feeling in him so deeply hollow
Waited and waited till the early morn

He remembered almost everything
Relented to the idea of guilty pleasure
He kept it in him, so long and aching
He will go on to fulfill his darkest desire

He recalled again, and recaptured
The rebel in him crying out loud
The moments of agony and pure instant torture
How he was unusually second to his brother, Lloyd

Ravenous for revenge, he moved forward
And started, and stomped and started again
For his actions he reaped an amazing award
The realism of himself being put in jail

Nurul Zakiah Bte Mohamad Nor
4 J