Left Behind

• Stephanie Filladites, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2011

Dawdling down the rough dusty road,
I remember the day I was left alone.
No water or food, no shelter or clothes,
just promises broken and stories bellowed.

Left behind in the dessert,all by myself,
I was sick and tired, I had bad health.

One night I had a feeling, something was relieved, but it was really my spirit leaving in the warm breeze.

This is my story from up above, about someone with no cherish of love.