My Poem

Smiling, she said “Get up in your bed!”

I got there with shock, seeing a great lock,

In her hand.

I asked what it was,

She said nothing, of course,

I ran for my life and death.

See, now I’m upstairs,

I see her long hairs,

Right on her leg.

I think it all through,

The wind suddenly blew,

I didn’t know what that meant.

I heard a loud scream,

No, not in my dream,

A wishing, a washing, a flishing and flashing….

…And suddenly, I was dead.

This is my poem (it has no name yet).

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