Weary

May 8, 2009
By Brenna McGowan SILVER, Glendale, Arizona
Brenna McGowan SILVER, Glendale, Arizona
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I feel I’m growing weary
With every breath I take
Life is taking its toll on me
As I walk down the abandoned street
Where there’s not a soul in sight
I stagger to a halt
Then drop to my knees
Sitting there
I feel I’m being watched
Abruptly I turn around
Nothing.
Just the faint sounds of the wind in the distance
As I get up my adrenaline takes control
I start to run as fast as my legs can carry me
As I pass one, two, three blocks I slow my pace
I still feel im being watched
What an eerie feeling it is
I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up
I can feel someone breathing down my neck
A shadow crawls up behind me
Taking over me
As I slowly turn around
Not wanting to know what is in my pending fate
He is right there
Staring at me deep into my soul
As if reading what’s on my mind
I know what is to come


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