A Crippled Body

• Emilia Acquaro, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

I hear him cry at night
a soft sound from a crippled body.
His words roll off the waves as they come to my ears.
I try to please him amuse him.
But he suffers thinking I am only here out of sympathy.
I stop, I hear a sound
And there lay a crippled body.
The 4th floor window stays open
Just in case his spirit wants to come back though.