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Journey


It was time to go

For I heard the pop of the bow

With a seconds notice came a bright light

In the midst of this dark night

A voice boomed of a man

For then my legs started to run

I ran to the voice calling me

Sonali, Sonali, Sonali

Then next to me I caught sight

I caught sight, of a creature with such a look of fright

I turned my head away

With a bit of dismay

I then started to look up and down

And I saw some people covered in lace

Yet all of them seemed like they’d rather be in any other race

Then I saw some in a tight place

With nothing but grins across their face

I started looking to my left and to my right

And then I caught sight

I caught sight of such pure and clean air

Lingering above those who decided to share

A stench crept up to my nose

And I turned my head towards the source

And then I saw this air

It was lingering above those who decided not to care

Then all of a sudden from behind me came a huge gust of wind

And my legs took off at full speed

I knew my legs were taking me to a place unforeseen

I a place I had never been

Around me I saw strangers with blanked eyes

As I heaved a heavy sigh

There were other with blood shed

And other that looked as if poisoned by lead

On the path I saw some people in the front

While in the back others started to grunt

I was unsure of what to make of it all

For it felt like my head had hit a wall

I closed my eyes to take a blink

Then all of sudden my arms and hair flew up and I started to sink

I landed with a soft thump

As my throat started to grow a lump

The end was near

Said my level of fear

My eyes were still shut tight

For I was trembling with fright

The place was breath silent

And then I had to face it

I

Was

 Dead 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<div>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp;</div>

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