As I drop in, my sight of the heavens turn to dim obsidian. I move on to search for light through the disorgarised Maze.
My why poem
My annoying sibilings my cosuin who sings
My summer uniform my grassy lawn
My stuffy mask my water filled flask
My breaking glass my trouble won’t last
My special necklace my mum I miss
My love of reading my time of relaxing
My family joys my two cheerful boys
My peaceful neighbour my greatful savour
My culture is Tongan my life is beginning
