Bad Poetry Friday

Warning: My 6th grade poetry is quite possibly the worst.

Safe (c. 1993)

She’s lost in a world of her own

Lost in a world unknown

She’s spinning in her mind

Her way she can’t seem to find

Where she is, no one knows

She’s now grown cold

No expression on her face

In the world she is out of place

It is dark as night

Her fears turn to fright

Shadows dance across the walls

Her screams echo in the hall

She grabs a gun, points it to her head

One shot, she is dead

Safe from her life on the Earth

From what’s chased her from birth

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