We did not know what to do with this black day
My name is Freya Turton, and I’d like to submit an original poem into the “Voices” competition. I’m fourteen years old and have always loved reading and writing, but have only recently found a new passion for poetry.
Goodbye
Twenty-four hours of darkness passed
As the sombre sun decided at last
That his rays were not as bright, as vast
As they once had cast
–
He took it upon himself to not ask
Whether we wanted nor needed to bask
He tried to hide, he tried to mask
And at last, he completed his task
–
We humans
We withered away
We did not know what to do with this black day
–
Some tried to carry on
Some did
And some were far gone
–
It was the hopers
Who hung and clung
Onto the new morning sun
To remind them of what was to come
And to which the morning birds sung
–
It was the hopers
Who went first
The just-couldn’t-copers;
They were left unquenched of their thirst
–
It was the families
Who looked forward
To cozy nights indoors
Who gave the kids rewards
Every time they managed and scored
–
It was the families
Who tried
for their daughters and sons
But once the little ones died
The parents—
They let down their lungs
–
It was the teenagers
So careless and free
Whose brains were not yet developed enough to see
Or to understand the fee
–
It was the teenagers
Who had to take responsibility;
Drew war paint across their faces and fought
Who dug themselves up into war
And survived through the impossibility
–
But now that was history
And the Earth was choked on mystery
For the sun had died
There was no light
And the world was devoid of simplicity
–
Despite the extinction of humanity.
Freya Turton
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