As He enters the room
Her good times leave
Now her only friend is her greatest enemy
FearThe fist is raised …
Its over
As his fist leaves her face
A bruise on her heart grows
And the feeling of led at the bottom of her stomach
Gets
Heavier
Heavier Heavier
Artist: matt gordon School: North Allegheny |
Notes: In this poem I wanted to give the reader more think room to think during the middle while at the end I wanted to make the final point my own. This poem came quick to me on paper but I gave it some serious thought beforehand. I used descriptive language and embjammit to convey a clear point.
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