Pain

• Kira Stirling, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

pain

I breathe fastly while my heart getting beaten
While my face getting punched and eaten
Why me I ponder over the tears on my face
Why wearing some shoes with fancy lace
My heart turns black with not a moment to waste
I run faster and faster till I cannot even taste
The wind brushing my brown hair and crashing
Into my face with hail on the lookout why bashing
My hands you say no I hate you and a single tear rolls
Down my face why oh why I cry.