Moving and moving but still moved by how slow my heart is pulsing and just getting slower I need water, a dump truck full of water I need a chest full of treasure , the sweetness of food, and some self acceptance I just need it all right now.
I'm walking around just looking for a town but my legs are shaking and trembling, it’s like my body won't let me take control, like getting abused and they won't let go.
Then I start to fall to the ground I'm falling asleep and my conscience is fading away like going into a horrible nightmare I'm just so scared. I start to sleepwalk around a table full of food, in circles, in circles,a lot of circles.
Food and water starts to appear so I grabbed my arm, started to pull my arm up I grabbed the juicy scrumptious chicken about to take a big slimy bite out of it I was swirling a piece of chicken in my mouth.
But I felt something dry, it didn’t feel like chicken it was sand and the sand fell on the ground I'm crying now my chest starts to ache the world seems fake to me when I die.
Thursday, 15 August 2019
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Nice work Adam. I like your imagery and the "dump-truck of water" to quench your thirst" It's good to see the layout improved after you copied and pasted as plain text. I have asked my bloggers in both classes to run a Sandbox Blog - one where you can practice and check the layout in Preview mode, before you finally publish. Can you put the reason behind your poem, for example what was the learning about? Was your poem linked to "Tomorrow when the world began"?
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