Blackness

December 2, 2008
By Megan Green, Springfield, IL

There is a blackness that surrounds me.
It fills my nose and lungs.
It makes it hard for me to breathe.
I clutch my heart in hope of getting out of this dark hole,but who am i to decide what the world wants me to know.
I hide here with my worries,
my hopes,
my fears,
my screams.
In hope that one da6y we'll all wake up from this scary dream.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem for the purpose of describing our world as it is now.

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