Reunion Poem by Richard St. Clair

My tremulous face as an adolescent boy
Scarcely captured by the fading photo,
An aching heart, un sentimento ignoto*
Across my face, unnintendedly uncoy.
Reunion time for my old high school class—
I'll not be there, the memories are still raw:
Too raw, beyond explaining, and they gnaw
At me, the wounds of trauma that won't pass.
I wonder what it could have been had not
I been subjected to sadistic ploys
Upon me by the vicious neighbor boys:
I hope their karma will be justly got.
Complaining, say you, yes, I'll not relent,
'Til my tormentors to me will repent.

*un sentimento ignoto- a strange feeling