An Empty World

• Emily Hague, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2020

A month, or two, or three, or four,
I couldn't count on my fingers
anymore.
The empty windowsill, I sat,
A brush of the old life I'd glimpsed at.
I'd viewed It oh so plain before,
But now it was just an empty knock at the door.
The boredom seeped over once more,
And I found myself lying on the floor.
It was a needless thing that was viewed,
Well that resulted in solitude.
For the days swept over with a pang of regret,
All the friends I had never met.
In truth I was fairly intrigued,
I had never been this fatigued.
I didn't have a chance to say goodbye,
Before it was just me, myself and I.