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The smell of burning gasoline
Chokes me to the core.
The rumbling
Never seems to end.

In the belly of the beast,
Interred in a metal cage.
Separated from the world,
Watching it go by.

Staring through a clear wall.
Transparent, but strong.
Outside is a blur,
But inside stays still.

I quell the feelings of panic,
Reminding myself where I am,
Where I'm going,
When I'll get there.

The hour-long trip,
My spirit yelling to be free,
I get spit out of the monster
To begin the trek home.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.





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Emman1194 said...
today at 10:49 am:
This poem Really stood out, I think it was one of the best poems of this months magazine
 
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Samurai-BagginsThis 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. said...
Aug. 22 at 4:41 pm:
Nice job! I really liked it! I like long road trips and bus rides, though. If I have my music with me then I am entertained long enough to avoid feeling like I'm "in the belly of the beast". :)
 
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