June 2, 2010
By kdonohue92 BRONZE, Walpole, Massachusetts
kdonohue92 BRONZE, Walpole, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

My heart is beating fast
I keep a steady pace, but how long will that last?
Dan is to my left, and Alice is on my right
But the rest are down the street, almost out of sight
Alice trips, but I don’t stop
Going back is too big a risk; I know I’ll get caught
Lights both red and blue beam up the street
They help to show me where I’m going, and where to stride my feet
Dan starts breathing heavy, and he starts to fall behind
Normally I’d stop to help him, but I know I don’t have time
Now I’m by myself, running solo in the night
My other friends are gone, now completely out of sight
“Stop running now!” I hear shouting from the car
I know I can’t stop now; I’ve already gone this far
I feel the car behind me, its engine breathing down my spine
My ears are nearly deafened from the siren’s annoying whine
All the sudden, I see ahead another shining light
I start to shield my eyes because the glow is just too bright
Another cop car blocks my path, so there’s nowhere to go
I realize the situation, so my pace starts to slow
They make me bury my face in the cold rough black street
They cuff my hands with force, and then they cuff my feet
When they pick me up, they throw me against the hood
The hard hit against the car’s metal doesn’t feel too good
They curse at me and hit me hard again and again
My body now bruised and bloodied from taking all this pain
They throw me in the back seat, and then they slam the door
My body now too numb to feel, all of my limbs are sore
Sitting next to me is Amber; she was also at the party
Next to her were Anthony, Jacob, Tim, and Marty
They reeked of alcohol, and they all hung their heads low
I’d never seen Jake cry, but now his tears started to show
“Man I don’t want to go to jail, I’m too young, I won’t last,
My parents are going to kill me, it’s just happening too fast.”
Everyone was crying now, and my body started to shake
My entire body started rocking, as if I was in an earthquake
My pulse was fast and I couldn’t control my sweating
I couldn’t prepare myself for the punishment I’d be getting
They found five pounds of weed stuffed in the trunk of my car
Along with the cocaine hidden in my guitar
They found the scale, the money, and my 45
Thinking ahead now to my life, I’d rather not be alive
We arrived at prison later that night, after the investigation was done
I tried to think of a way out, but I couldn’t think of one
We changed our clothes and were given new ones to wear
Then we were given a cell to live, but one we’d have to share
My friends were placed on different floors, and I had a new roommate
He introduced himself and said his name was Nate
He was at least 6’3”, and weighed well over 200
What did he do to get in there, was the only thing I wondered
“Why are you in here?” I asked, almost too scared to find out
“They say I killed a man, but I don’t know what they’re talking about.”
So then I sat, hands clinching around my knees
As Nate sat staring at me, waiting until I fell asleep
The first night was brutal, and I will never forget it
I can’t even count how many times I was hit
My body was blue, green, purple, and red
I could barely even move, and I couldn’t feel my head
I walked into the lunch room, and grabbed the edible waste
Since I was so numb, it was a meal I couldn’t even taste
My friends sat across the room, but I didn’t go over there
Confronting them now was something I couldn’t bare
“Guys let’s have a party, no one will get caught.”
This was what I said, after school yesterday in the parking lot
Now we’re all locked in prison, and it’s entirely my fault
Instead of home cooked meals, now I’ll be served everyday with assault
I miss my bed, my mom, my dad, and my brothers too
I just never knew what drinking could really do
Now my room is 8x10 and I share it with another
It’s now I can’t believe how much I miss my mother
One decision got me here, and I’m stuck for many years
Because I couldn’t resist a smoke and a few too many beers

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because it is real. Teen partying happens everyday, and there are always consequences. Kids get locked up in prison because they make poor decisions when they are young. This poem speaks to everyone who should think twice about drinking and doing drugs.

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