When the blackening first began,
I didn't really understand.
What was really happening to me,
I was blind but now I see.
The growing, the pain,
Of what was lurking in my veins.
It grows and grows every day,
And seems to never go away.
This little pit that gets more deep,
Every time my thoughts go bleak.
It first began very small,
But now it stands extremely tall.
This dark abyss that swirls around,
Has made itself homebound.
This little disease is full of thoughts and what ifs.
It began as one but now there are lots and lots.
It kills me.
by Archie Holmes (11)
Bearsden Primary School, Glasgow
Competition - Poetry Emotions
Copyright remains with the author.