Happy Poem by Evan Skora

I used to be full of life,
A creative boy
To a creative world,
Happy.

Ideas would flow,
Any color could be my day,
Any scratch or pain
Could be healed by the almighty kiss
From a mother so loved.

One day
The doors opened so slowly
And I saw the world for what it was,
I cried.

Beneath me the floor roared,
Blackness swallowed my legs
I cried to the heavens for help
My hand stretched out far
As the black swarmed over my farthest reaches,
My eyes in front of me were held open only by fear
I could not blink let leave one last look at the world,
My world.