Lucas Lin, 11Somerville, MA The End of The World Lucas Lin, 11 When the world ends, what shall I do? Go to hell? No, thank you. I have more things to do than think about death But the topic always comes to my mind It will happen some time or another What will I do when I am about to be gone? Hiding under the bed won’t help at all. When the world ends, what shall I do? I’m too young to die Maybe I can save it for another time But when you die it always seems Like you have many more things to do When the world ends, what will I do?
Fighter, a poem by Olivia Wang, 10
Olivia Wang, 10Atlanta, GA Fighter Olivia Wang, 10 The bright sun rays fade, The monster comes to infect. Like the air before a storm, Turbulent in its silence. The darkness comes to raid, The healthcare fighters come to protect. No sound comes alive, Nor looks or their shadows. No hints, or clues, That something would happen tonight. The evil shadow counts: Three, two, one, ready or not, here I come! Each person hidden away, Watching every step, hearing every sound, Forcing themselves to stay. One gets infected, Then two, Then five, One hundred, one thousand. Monsters smiling with glee, The monsters are invisible, their whispers kept secret, Infecting everyone and everything, Until they darken all the streets. The world shall not be overcome, By all the corners of the earth, The monsters shall continue to attack, Creeping up to each and every one. The saviors shall continue to fight, Till the monsters have been destroyed.
Anxiety, a poem by Eleanor Levy, 8
Eleanor Levy, 8Valley Glen, CA Anxiety Eleanor Levy, 8 Unleashing anxiety Nervous feelings consume me Shivering feelings through my body Extra worried now Tremendous fear Traumatizing state of being Lurking pain In shock about what’s happening Nice feelings shattered away Getting back up to try again
