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Poetry: Consume

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2 November 2010, 03:27 PM    #1
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Everyone may know this, but I'm an upcoming teen author, and I'm willing to give everyone
and anyone advice on their writing.
But for now, I'll share my writing. (:


I’m drowning in this sea of stress,
watching a snail, ahead of me press.
I’m roasting in this blazing heat,
sizzling like blackening  meat.

How did I get here, why must I stay,
I’m stuck in this rut, I’m in my own way.
I can’t go forwards, can’t live my dreams.
I’m just stuck in here, with my echoing screams.

But the screams are like torture, 
and onto the muddy turf I’ll fall.
onto my hands, that protect me not.
This mud is an acid, let my body rot.

And although my hands can’t shield me,
the pain is soaked up and  away.
It’s taken by the acid tide of lonely,
that once ran through my veins.

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