Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 56

Hearing nothing but the rain,
I asked,
“so what do you have to say?”
Shoked by the silence that approached,
I looked towards the kind whisper,
And saw no figure.
“Please answer me!
How should I move on?
When all I have is gone?
My family’s hatred,
My schoolmates loathing,
Why was I created?”
Looking at the bridge once again,
Thoughts rushed through my head,
Is there another choice other than death?
Finally looking up,
The sky had cleared up,
And the adventure continues no matter wha