Misery

• Julia Murphy, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

Seems like blackened ashes
And bones
Where a beloved family had once lived.
Feels like lightning bolts
Streaking the earth
As if to smash it into a million tiny pieces.
Looks like a river of tears made by a child
Who is weeping because of a terrible loss.
Smells of musty food scraps
That have been lying for at least a year.
Tastes of stale, mouldy porridge
That forms clumps
Sprawled at the bottom of your stomach.
Sounds like thunder-clouds devouring the sky,
Cackling, taunting, as they go by.
Misery!