By Sarah Zahid
Level 9, EELC

Trying to pile up the memories
That are imprisoned somewhere in mind …
The dust on the table,
The footsteps left behind,
The chess table silent and lonely,
Flowers in the garden lose their fragrance,
They seem to fade.
Little angels laughing
Killed long ago,
Every street crying tears of blood
Asking ‘Is it our world?‘
I see eyes staring at me,
I try to hide
And struggle to open my eyes.
As I hold courage in my hand
I wish it’s only a dream.

© 2017 ElShaddai Centre Berhad