Scary Space

• Thomas Ferguson, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

Alone, scared,
I drift away.
While meteors,
Come to play.

Moon and stars,
Dance by me.
While sun and earth,
Sing harmony.

As I get tired,
My hope fades away.
Of being saved,
From this scary place.

I’ve been worn out,
By space.
Like an old sock,
Running, at a fast pace.