"A bullet out of a gun,
a blow to numb the pain.
Her demons of which have won,
and now her blood will stain.
What lay behind her eyelids,
a forbidden sight to view.
Painful memories she cannot rid,
her mind is always blue.
Her thoughts provoke a deadly prison,
a place no one can see.
Her death in which intents have risen,
she wishes to be free."
Harper M. Caulton
Screw poetry unit, I have yet to understand how people have the ability to come up with happy, upbeat poems that withhold such "deep" meanings. One cannot expect me to produce a joyful piece of writing considering my mind has lost grasp of any happiness whatsoever. If Ms. Swanson doesn't grade these based on optimism, then I suppose my grade will be fine. Does she even read our poems? I can only hope not.
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Iodine
Teen Fiction"Her thoughts provoke a deadly prison, a place no one can see. Her death in which intents have risen, she wishes to be free." -Harper M. Caulton She thought no one would read her poem, but the odds never seem to be in Harper's favor. She's falling a...
