Emptiness

• Emily Bria , Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

EMPTINESS.
Her soul an empty space,
As lonely as one dress with lace,
She slipped by the emptiness inside,
She could no longer hide.
She was the first fleet miserable and scourging for food,
When she got food she ate it with pride,
As tears shot down like gun shots wild,
the war was a pool of blood.
She could no longer hide,
From the pain inside,
She was scared for her life,
On this heinous ride.