Visions

• Yelin Zou, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Visions whirl around my head,
artworks of grief and sorrow
The blackness forces me into these looming shadows.
Guns, murder, blood.
no peace, no love.
no family and friends
I am surrounded by these horrible thoughts
There seems to be no end.
Oh god, save me from this horrible world
Disaster has struck again.