Gloomy Tuesday

• Sophie Chapman, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

Gloomy Tuesday

Gloomy Tuesday
The hurtful words scream through
My ears like a banshee
Those words make me ache
If I could ever understand those demented words
My post-apocalyptic mind would
Be afraid of speaking words
Gloomy Tuesday
Those words are like smoke
Watch the smoke rise…burn up…and disintegrate
It turns the sky as black as a Raven bird
Gloomy Tuesday
The sun begins to die, and so do I…with it
Shall I ever return to this hurtful world?
Or shall my name beaten body turn into a river of sadness?
Gloomy Tuesday