Hate is like an ocean. Like the Pacific, four thousand meters deep. It feeds from other emotions, The Lake of Anger, the River of Jealousy, the Bay of Spite. From these rivers flow the garbage of memories that will never be forgotten. I am travelling this ocean on a small lifeboat. I have come from the Port of Boredom, through the Rivers of Sleepless Nights, and through a small pond on an island called Intrigue. My only company is a tiger named Dread and the rotting bodies of Hope and Excitement. My journey is far from over. For weeks more, I will sail through the ocean known as Hate. I will likely see no one until I reach the other side. I will almost die of thirst, for even though there is water all around me, none of it is drinkable. I will almost die of hunger, for even though there are fish swimming underneath my boat, I will not be able to catch them. But I will survive, not out of my own willpower but because there is a force guiding me to shore, a force known as the Grade Nine English Curriculum. Maybe my time on dry land will be brief. Maybe I'll soon get swept away to a new ocean. Tragedy loves company, and it might choose me as its companion. But maybe I'll stay in the land of freedom. Maybe me and Tragedy will meet, shake hands, then go out separate ways. Maybe Hope will revive beneath my feet and accompany me to the end of the road. But the ocean of Hate is hard to escape, and I have never been good at running away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspiration: In English class we're reading Life of Pi. Today my teacher made me write a poem inspired by Life of Pi. I really hate Life of Pi.
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