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My Fate
October 3, 2011
The moon’s light fell over my pale skin,
Making me appear translucent.
Almost like a ghost.
Was I dead?
Turning slowly, I began to take in my surroundings.
Where am I?
A light. So very bright, just ahead of me.
See it?
I start forward and realize that my feet no longer touch the ground.
What’s happening?
I pause. Trying to remember,
The last thing on my mind, the final memory.
Guns blaring. Soldiers screaming.
Acknowledging death,
I shake my head back and forth,
I start forwards once more.
Once more I walk towards the light.
I know my fate now. I surrender to my enemy.
© Michelle B., Blairsville, GA
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Misfit95 said...
on Feb. 4 2013 at 6:53 pm
You're welcome. :) Keep writing! :)
Misfit95 said...
on Oct. 2 2012 at 10:52 am
This is so sad, and I got goosebumps while reading it. This poem is incredible; it should be published!! :)
SuNshiNe007 ELITE said...
on Oct. 27 2011 at 2:59 pm
Wow! This is Very Good!:) Keep up the good work! Even though it be sad it is amazing. I don't see anything that needs to be fixed. Good Luck!:)
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