Two Poems by Noah Ainslie


image courtesy of Brandon Smith


Sad creation happened
love broken forever
it was dead
it felt like there was a knife
in my neck
I couldn’t breathe
drowned in the tears of the orphans
I drank it
I felt angry
and now all I drink are the
tears of the orphans.


Down in the darkness
grounded under my grave
drinking the tears of the orphans
terror takes me over
I’m alone and dead
crying can’t help me now
I’m underground in the underworld
alone because
I’m away from good.
I was bad.


Noah Ainslie is nine years old and lives with his family in Bloomington, IN. He wrote these poems at age eight after reading Moby Dick with his father. This is his first published work.