When I looked through the door,
I lunged to open it more.
I could hear the trees crying,
Sound just like someone dying.
The sky was dull and black,
And the screaming was saying attack.
As I heard someone approach,
I creeped away like a cockroach.
Now it's the end of the line,
Hope I will turn out just fine.
I needed to eat and shatter,
But my teeth started to chatter.
I love the great times I had...
And the time when I went mad...
By Sayeed Anwar 8FA
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