Newspapers In Education
Run
By Samuel Beaulieu
Seventh-grader at Presque Isle Middle School
The moon,
Tinted red and orange,
Looking down at me.
A wolf howls in the distance.
Dim light reflects
off the white snow,
Glimmering like diamonds.
The grey mist settling.
Don’t walk into it
you’ll disappear.
In the low clouds,
I cannot see.
The cold-hearted truth.
The monsters inside of them, are coming for me.
This is the end,
Walking into the low
grey clouds.
