A Moment in
Time By Room 25 2018
The Boy on the Swing
The End of the World
By Ziya Swann
The wind howling.
Birds hiding
Brown chocolate bark
scattered everywhere.
Today is a miserable day.
It is the worst day.
Back and forth again and
again.
It feels like the end of
the world.
The squeaking, soaking
rust.
My head aching to death.
Being Bullied
By Connor Hulshbosch
Rocking on a swing.
Bullies left behind.
It was a terrible day.
I felt vulnerable, maybe
weak.
Mostly scared of the
bullies.
Depressed Boy
By Addison Dent
People are pointing.
People are laughing.
A chilly breeze dashes past
everyone making the swing move a little.
I want to cry, but everyone
will make fun of me.
Chanting louder and louder,
everybody is laughing.
A tear drips down my face.
The Boy all Alone
By Malia Giffin
I can hear birds chirping
from above.
Trees softly looming above
me.
I can see cars driving
past.
I can hear hear the swing
creaking back and forth.
I can also feel tears
pitter-pattering down from my eyes.
I feel heartbroken, gloomy,
sick and lonely.
I think about myself with
nice new friends.
I think bad thoughts of
people making fun of me.
Sad and Lonely
By Julien Vallee
The vintage swing on rough
rope.
I sit there vulnerably.
I’m broken and lonely.
No friends, no fun.
Scared in the middle of
nowhere.
Eternity
By Sophia Crosbie
I’m on the old wooden
swing, wondering and asking questions to myself that never get answered.
All I can hear is the
blistering wind and the copper autumn leaves landing on roof tops.
The park is so empty.
Silent.
The swing is an iceberg,
cold and ancient.
