POETRY! PAGE 4
A VISION OF SAD By Elaine Sowlat
I feel a wave of sorrow, flow right through me.
Then I slowly look up, and can’ t believe what I see.
I see a vision of sad
weeping in pain. as if her feelings have been hurt, and will never be the same.
She walks hunched over, with her hands over her face.
And wears a gown, made of flowing, blue lace.
Her pale skin and blue hair, are not like the rest.
And whenever I see her,
I feel depressed
Although she hurts me feelings,
I know she’ s not bad.
She’ s just misunderstood,
for she is sad.
Reading
Marie Sowlat A movie plays in my head while the words roam past my eyes Eyelids slowly dropping but, I want the story to keep on living
Characters born from paper Ink molding a best friend for me to journey with Imagination blooming our own adventures
Words build and gather The bricks of story
Student Ink