by James P., Age 12
, Grade 7, SRMS
My heart races, My palms sweat.
My eyes follow, what I can’t get
Every day I keep holding on
To the one thing that I’ve needed for oh so long.
The stars in the sky all beam down like a spotlight
All the sound in the world becomes mute.
I just sit there all alone
Maybe they might come too.
The maroon glow of the evening sky
Illuminates their flush hair
I can never tell them or I’ll cry
Because they don't care
I wish they knew
I wish they saw
I wish they cared
Yet my hopes seem to fall.
In the end my soul begins to weep
In the end the hole in my heart is deep.