Kanin

• Delaney Torlop, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

As I sit on my bed, the sun is rising and not a sound to be heard. I lay with my book, the world around me begins to fade. A new one returns. The one many know as Kanin.
A stream of people, with hair flying around, they all went to do their own thing. People talking, eyes watching, but somehow they looked the same and yet so different from each other.
Walking around you can see people that love each other, people fighting. But as I look up, that world begins to fade and the other returns as the sun sets.
I put the book down.