Melancholy Kid

Found while doing a big clean out, a poem I wrote for class, aged 7.

~The Wind~

It’s like the wind is inside me
Like it’s trying to push my soul out
It roars about trying to get inside me
It drags me about like a piece of cloth from the bin
It tries to force me to come to him
And use me like a ball to play with
It tries to push you off the cliff
The children play and shout as if they can’t feel the force of the wind
The children play and shout as if they don’t know the wind is there
The wind rushes about as if he’s having a race with the clouds