Virtual Reality

• Noah Whitla, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

The old abandoned house
Infested with louse
Old dilapidated stairs
An overcoming smell of toxic air
The darkened creepy room
A dreaded sense of doom
Enemies roam
I am far from home
Dirty floorboards creak
I am at my peak
My head starts spinning
It’s the end of the beginning
Realising the Mortality in me
I take off my headset, now I’m back to reality