Utopia

October 22, 2008
By Anonymous

I see the raindrops falling from the sky
I feel the cold wet water on my tongue
The clouds are as dark as the pitch black night
And the wind is as cold as the winter

I look apon the wet dead grass
And see the muddy water over flowing
I get a chill up my straight spine
And the goosebumps trickle up my arm

The wind pushes my hood off my cheeks
As I get deeper into the orchard
All the apples ahve fallen off the trees
And theres a rotting smell in the air

I look behind and see darkness all around
I caution myself for danger ahead
I prop my hood back on my cheeks
To stay away from the coldness that is dead

A coldness that has scarred me for life
An evil no one can repair
My eyes water and turn red in the night
An evil I cannot bare

As I walk towards the dark summer storm
Circles form in the crazed cold sky
As I lift my head from my wet drenched coat
A grin comes across my face and im fine

I see the sun come up in the distant
The sun's rays warm my cheeks
I start tosweat under my coat
And I feel a nice warm breeze

The blue in the sky starts to show
All the flowers begin to bloom
No more raindrops are falling down
And the fog sucks back in the earth

I feel a warm and joyfull thought
That I am no longer scared
Because the darkness stopped following le
And so it is no longer there!


The author's comments:
I know its lame but Just a week ago I found out what Utopia means *An imaginary island with enjoyed perfection* so I really wanted to write a poem that was the oposite of perfection and write about a nightmare of a place called Utopia.

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on Jan. 9 2010 at 6:37 pm
michaeljacksonlover SILVER, St.Louis, Missouri
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Its nice...i like how it goes from light to dark to light..its great! keep writing!


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