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The Great Unknown

Contributed by bernie16 on Friday, 25th June 2010 @ 12:43:37 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

As the mosquito encircles my head
with an irritating buzz that disturbs my sleep
I ponder on all the blood I've shed
all because of the mosquito's need to eat
and all the many mosquitoes who've feasted on my flesh
and all the times they distorted my thought process
how much more blood do I have left?
will these mosquitoes feed on me till my death?
my home has become a filthy swamp
I would emigrate but i have nowhere else to go
A home once containing everything I could ever want
has become a vulture's paradise that I barely even know
I tell my mother about my grave misfortunes
but she calls me an intolerant, spoil brat
says "this house was good enough for everyone beffore you"
as she speaks I hear the voices of the ceiling laugh
I pack my bags, grab some cash and leave
In a heated argument with my mother I decide to hit the road
I take one last look at the house containing all I would ever need'
and solemnly walk out into the great unknown

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Re: The Great Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by Zeberdee on Thursday, 1st July 2010 @ 07:31:26 PM AEST
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I liked this poem, and I liked this teenage rebellion which illustrated, keep it up!

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