Black Tea
To arise alone in a half complete bed
asymmetrically warm
half of what was once whole
A drowsy confusion
guides brown eyes to
the white letter
calmly resting in the mornings light
The beautiful present
written within the white
brings forth blurry vision
forgetting in an instant all that was to be
their future
He was already treding
his destiny that he
beckoned on himself
from early days
of tea and training
Of a frightening home
a loving brother
to a barren land
now eyes of hate
To have known
what was awaiting him
at the end of this road
and to keep walking
toward the beast
he had created
To die in the arms
of the one he’d raised
of the one he betrayed
was his fate
of that mournful day
Copyright © Kay Ham | Year Posted 2015
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