Evil Has A Name Poem by Israh Sadan

I've put you in the past.
Stay, I pray.
You haunt my happiness,
Leaving me literally
Hopeless.
Faithless.

I'm tired of hating you
and fearing the world.
What is it going to take to burn your bitterness from my soul?
You could never return the innocence you stole.

And I'm angry. Aching and angry at the power you hold.
But this story will be told.
I refuse to keep carrying this burden of shame.
Evil has a name.
Is it...