Sad

• Callum Hamilton, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2011

When I get sad... My room becomes an ocean of tears. My brain becomes a sponge, full of water, floating in a head of dark thoughts, as it sinks down, into the darkness of my skull. What's this I'm retaking control? Is it possible?

The water drains out of my room as an invisible plughole, retakes the salty water. The sponge rises up and squeezes all the water out into a steel sink. I slowly, return back to normal.