A Haunting Place

• Elin Murray, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2018

I don’t want to be here
I want to be anywhere else but this place
This place is not dear
Because to me it’s a mace

It slowly rots me away
I didn’t want to come here today
Memories here remind me of bad times
Because here there are mimes

They don’t act real
They don’t let me enjoy a good meal
They simply act fake
Meeting them was a mistake

I can’t enjoy my tea
As their eyes look at me
As piercing as darts
And they have such black hearts