Elysium

• Catherine Zhou, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Grasping hands reach for dust
And crumble,
As the clock counts,
6/7/8/9/10,
Hand descends.
Waters halt us,
And it takes us
Won't you see how real they are?
Mind is moving,
Voices crooning,
My heart is asking-
If you’ll take me to Elysium,
I’ll hold on,
And drown you until we’re gone.