February 6, 2009
By Kel Martin BRONZE, Lake Butler, Florida
Kel Martin BRONZE, Lake Butler, Florida
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Looking at the prison light,
No matter my plight,
Has become a habit of
Each night

With nothing better to do,
Than to imagine who,
Emits such a scream,
Just as we all used to

If I die in this edifice,
So magnificent and circuitous,
Life's garden will hardly notice,
Even though it may be less one lotus

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This article has 6 comments.

nick m said...
on Mar. 1 2009 at 12:04 am
wow, thats really good dude, sounds alot like Edgar Allen Poe to me, awsome

Say-Wha said...
on Feb. 21 2009 at 11:30 pm
This is really good. Makes you think. Very good Kel.

tgeisenburg said...
on Feb. 21 2009 at 5:24 pm
You are awesome!!

marycb said...
on Feb. 21 2009 at 3:11 am
Very thought-provoking! Keep writing!

T3hNinja said...
on Feb. 20 2009 at 9:30 pm
Kel, you're an amzing writer, keep it up! ^^

Terri Brown said...
on Feb. 19 2009 at 9:37 pm
Terri Brown, Raiford, Florida
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OMG this is an awesome poem. A little morbid, but still a good read ^_^


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