Kidnapped

• Dylan Sheikhzadeh, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

Walking home from the party,
Six o'clock while the sun slowly goes down,
A wet tissue pushing against my lips,
Suddenly I fall to the ground.

I try to open my eyes,
They stay closed.
I scream and scream,
My mouth in one pose.

I hear engines,
While my stomach churns,
I roll into a corner,
While my mind twists and turns.

Am I going to die?
Is this the end?
What's this?
A hatch opens and bends...

I fly out of the opening,
Onto a nice warm surface as smooth as stone,
I rip off the tape covering my face,
I find myself back at home.