Life as sweet as honey 

was the greatest lie ever told

The wave of time came bearing sorrows 

with the reality it behold

The fire of my heart craving anger 

never ceasing to grow 

The emptiness in my soul kept asking to be filled 

with the love of gold

 

My first love was to the anger 

with her eyes as livid as ember

I craved the burns to my skin 

only to be drowned by the guilt that followed

I try again but once more that I try 

the more she seems to devour 

Then at the faint of night she whispered to me

Anger was never truly her name it was grief she told

 

Arnav Shrestha

A Level

LA College