By ZAK RUDIN
14 years old
Logan Park High School, Dunedin

Only a gentle breeze rustles the stillness of the moment,

A flock of birds soar quietly overhead

Creating sharp shadows

Where the brilliant sun cannot pierce.

The figure sits

Eyes closed

With a small smile.

Bliss;

As the trees sway in the breeze

Bliss;

As the flowers bloom

Perfuming the air.

Meanwhile…

Far across the world

Where the sun does not shine

And the birds do not sing.

Where hate rules

And destruction follows

Creating darkness and despair.

Long after the explosions die down

The screams of pain

And the cries of the grieving can be heard,

In the everlasting night.

This poem is part of the TEARAWAY Young Poets feature for National Poetry Day.

The Common Room

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