The Exception

• Karen Morgan, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

The Exception

I used to hear people say the apple never falls far from the tree
However, I am a child who is the exception, you see.
I remember the gunshots ringing loudly in my head.Looking through the window at smiles, made me want to hide.
The deceased bodies lay on the sidewalk, rotting every day.
I lost my parents on a Sunday, ever since then I've been running away.


I feel the depression of loneliness completely overcome me.
As I look over the wreckage of my destroyed family tree.
I feel numb inside, there's no sound and my mouth feels dry.
I ask myself ‘why’ again and again as I begin to cry.
I used to hear people say the apple never falls far from the tree,
However, I am a child who is the exception, you see.