Alive

• Keira Wong, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

Dark threatening clouds consume my head,
My once golden heart is shattered,
Blood is crimson,
Pools of sunset red lie dripping,
Agonising pain strikes,
Through sorrowful tears a glint of silver shines,
I am pain.
A white light in my vision,
Light strikes in the distance,
All is still,
Eyes flicker open,
White lights blind me,
Parents are a calling,
Alive am I.