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