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The Day We Lost Our Mind
The stares that sent cold waves down the girl's spine
Reached, and they pulled, and tore, and stole, and took.
'You are one of us, you have crossed the line,'
They said, each throwing her a frigid look.
Even with each day she could not accept
What she had done to her once sane self, and
Could not stand to feel that she was inept,
But was too afraid to move or to stand.
She watched as time just ticked by steadily,
As they clutched tighter to the girl, so numb,
And each day she sat still there, readily
Waiting for the death that would never come.
She finally became one of their kind.
She's me, and this is when we lost our mind.
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This poem is amazing, I really like it and the last two lines are so powerful to read. This is really good
- Alexa
Wow, thanks, Abby! I'll be sure to check out some of your work! :D
-Aubrey
Woah. This is such an eerily beautiful piece of work, Aubrey! I can't even get over this. The flow and rhyming is nearly perfect, and I just love the whole mysterious emotion put into the poem. The only small part that was a little choppy was "What she had done to her once san self, and" and "But was too afraid to move or to stand". But after reading the entire poem, that tiny flow problem slipped my mind because of how great this is. Keep up the awesome work!
~Abby(:
