Wandering

• William Mellor, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

Gushing water. Drenching all.
Flowing aimlessly. Wandering.
Still as concrete. Strong like a giant.
Crushing everything. Wandering.

I go under.
Struggling as I hear thunder.
Flailing like a fish out of water.
Wandering.

A deafening silence. Too tired to move.
Water still and calming. Wandering.
Wondering will I be free?
Wondering if they’ll find me?

The blackness of nothing.
Now the fear is gone.
All is quiet. Peace.
Still at last.