The Poison

February 6, 2018
By Eduardo.Giralt SILVER, DAVIE, Florida
Eduardo.Giralt SILVER, DAVIE, Florida
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 He looked,
And he stared, and,
Glared in its eyes
The fear, of growing
And he kissed,
Open air, and,
Gone was the light
In his eyes,
Were his tongue so cold

Run away.

And he ran
And he ran, and he
Ran towards the red
Just close, enough
To taste it
But he looked
Back in fear
And it glared back in spite
And so poison was the cure

The author's comments:

A summary of my mindset from 8-10th grade. A summation of my fears and part of why I wanted to end my life. 

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