Sadness On Creaky Floors

• Elisabeth Randall, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

the sadness on creaky floors,
my parents stopped, stared and started to rise
the sadness dug into my soul with fear and frightening tears
as they did i stopped and cried
should i agree or fall apart
for all that happened is gone
the darkness came to an end as the sadness punched my heart
now there's a whole where they use to be
i chose to fall and never be free
as i wish the dark would come again once more
this all happened on the sad creaky floors.