Last year poem

 

Last year the wind turned black and I felt the world turning its back on me.

The dark room and the horrible weather made me feel depressed.

Last year COVID affected my uncles. My uncles felt like their head was in an oven. Compared to others they felt lucky because others, were dying.

It affected me too. My friends, my football and my football team. We all felt trapped. Trapped like air stuck in a balloon.

Last year felt we were in an enclosure stuck like animals.

I felt worried. I could see the world changing. It was starting to feel like decades. George Floyd was killed. So traumatic.

This year I will change the world. I want to change the world to make it a better place. A place where we all belong. A place where freedom is free and COVID is gone.

This year I will look forward to hope. Hope for a spectacular new year. A year where happiness spreads like COVID around the world.