So I wrote this poem during my AP Literature class senior year of high school, and I absolutely love it. I really love writing poetry.
The mist and the dark red scene
All ten were the opening act.
A school setting like a jail overrun
Even mutant enemies were present, in face
Two sides, one location
Mast chaos amidst, all could see this
I was the sixth
Hoping all would take the miss.
Leaving is all what one wanted to do
Into the open air
Take one step, two steps, three, and four
It was a game of few rules, but even the good were unfair.
Returning was hell
Having to fight and kill was worse
Not ever being able to sleep
And letting each day run its course.
After hours and days
And weeks and nights
Lost loves found in blurry rooms
With knives and guns and flying kites.
Right when it seems like the end is near
The tension, the betrayals, secrets and losses
Old friends are the ones who signify fear
While new alliances represent the future for all.
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