HateA Poem by Sarah SWritten last year, 9th grade, in English class. Spur of the moment, I do believe.A dark feeling Eerie and cold A sensation of falling Or sinking Endless depths Fiery in its chill Burning in its dark All consuming, fearsome A beautiful tarnsformation yet Like a black lake of glass On a moonless night Oh, the beauty of hate. © 2012 Sarah S |
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