Sadness Underground


When sadness overcomes, come down, come down.
Trains are not there, instead, a sea,
Of people.
Dirt in your hair, there, there. Sea grew to ocean as the place
grew of motions.
Hustling, bustling, down, down, down.
A nice golden crown,
To change that frown.
People are there
When sadness overcomes.

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I am ten years old. I have two brothers, ages fifteen and thirteen. What inspired me to make "Sadness Underground" was thinking about all of the sadness that spreads when poverty comes through. It is based on WWII and the people who went to the subways during bombings. My dream is to become a respected poet.