Sad Memories

• Eric Din, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

I sit there staring into the navy blue sky,
Looking the things with my right blue eye.
I look at my hand with depression and then it starts to rain.
I feel the cut, I feel the pain.
Even though there is no cut, I feel insane.
I walk off from the hill down to the town.
Seeing people having fun with joy,
I brings back memories when I was a little boy.
Sitting there in the fireplace with my mother and father,
before they died in the fire from the electrical wire.
Alone with no one to support me,
I… Feel lonely,
Walking into the alleyway, the dark overcomes me,
I came to be, the one who once was the happy one,who has become the dark selfless one.
And my life on earth, is done.