Torment

Imagaine,
The image of trauma,
The first thing you think of
When people ask of your childhood.

Memories,
Full of what you endured
When, you, innocent and fresh,
Unknowingly suffered.

Suffering,
It was not great,
It was perhaps little to most people,
Hardly significant.

Why,
Why such hatred is felt?
I do not know,
That it carries on until now.

Accumulation,
I guess that’s it for
Since young, friendless,
Plots start to form.

Passed,
And it carries on and on,
More and more hatred
As the plots fall into place.

Finally,
With the small breath
of the evil one in my ear,
The plot unfolds to revenge.

Hating,
Hating to do this as you find,
Those you get back at
Are really those who you love.

Melissa Tan
4G