Misery

• Lily Payne, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

The slow, teary rain
drips from the roof,
as I quietly sit down
on the cold, dark ground.
The black, dull clouds
are coming slowly,
as I start having a
silent shiver.
I am getting colder
as the doves are flying away.
I am turning purple
as I start to lie down...
Loneliness is my only friend.