MELTING INTO NOTINGNESS

• Robyn Dalrymple
• Poetry
• 2009

I am petrified and filled with loneliness
as I hear the howling noise of the wind blowing fiercely through the gum trees.

I don’t have much where I live.
All I have to drink is the moisture off the leaves.

I am cold like an ice-block, melting into nothingness.

By Monty Murdoch
St. Michael's Grammar School
Year 4D
Age 10