April 12, 2013
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Chills dance along my skin,
As I scrunch up my arms,
Trying desperately to contain
Any heat

The wind gently brushes,
Along my shivering body,
Chilling to
The bone

Without a warm snug home,
I’m a vulnerable blade of grass,
Waiting to be swept

The winds quicken,
Whipping against my limp body,
Creeping inside
My soul

The blade of grass,
Slowly, quietly gets swept away,
In a cold gust
Of wind


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Hanban12This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2013 at 9:37 pm
Absolutely love this poem; its FLOODING with imagery and full of emotion, I can really feel the effort put into it and i think repeating the title at the end adds alot of emphasis. A great writer! :)
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