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Darkest Hour

May 13, 2009
By Tom Gierok BRONZE, Whitehall, Wisconsin
Tom Gierok BRONZE, Whitehall, Wisconsin
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I am angered like a thunderstorm's rage.
I have no way to calm myself down.
I feel like locking myself in a cage.
Just to lay on the cool darkening ground.
I have no way to relieve my anger.
My friends say I am slipping far away.
Everything to me is getting stranger.
On my way home traveling more astray.
It is a very gloomy, sad, rainy day.
I'm lying here thinking of the pain,
For how I feel is more that I can say,
To Keep myself from going insane.
As I watch a rose die, the best flower,
I picture this as my darkest hour.

The author's comments:
This is a sonnet we had to write for Mrs. Kabat's English class.

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