Poetry Isn't Always Pretty

This is a collection of a few poems my friends and I wrote in class for English


1. Wrath

The darkness surrounds me, consumes me

suddenly everything turns black

When I thought back

I could tell things changed

Now no black, but red

I couldn't control it.

I couldn't stop myself from going out

from showing others true dread

As I brought them to their deathbed.

Nothing could stop me

from showing my true wrath


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