Agony feels like the pain of my broken legs trapped within the twisted steel of the car's frame.
Agony sounds like the jackhammer the rescuers use to extricate my freind and I from the wreckage.
Agony looks like the empty eyes of my friend as he stares back without the spark of life within him.
Agony tastes lile the stale alcohol and fresh blood on my lips as I bite back my sobs of pain and sorrow.
Agony is the realization tjat all my life I will carry within me the scars of his last moments of life and the emptiness of a life without his presence. Only
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Poetic Justice
RandomThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
