Misery

• Emma Karrasch, Grade 6W
• Poetry
• 2015

There's that suck from your heart.
That feeling of pang in your chest
Like a sharp, pointed dart
The thought of regret

There's that emptiness
That feeling of guilt
And in your head,
All stacked up worry is build

There's that urge to something,
Even though you know you can't,
You've got to try, you think
You've got to try, even though you aren't.

Just jump
Just free fall
When you stop and you think about
When you land, who will call?