Today I feel like telling the world about my favourite bit of angsty poetry. I wrote this piece in year 11. Admittedly, I was being a bit of a pain to deal with, as I'd finished all the work we had to do in the first ten minutes of the class, so when I asked the friend sitting next to me for a line to start a poem with, she gave "If someone doesn't kill me soon". The rest just seemed to flow on from that perfect start...
If someone doesn't kill me soon,
I think I soon shall die;
And if I go from this poor earth,
Well then, so shall I;
And if I come back to some place,
I think I shall come too;
And if I want to do something,
There's something I shall do.
If someone doesn't kill me soon,
I think I soon shall die;
And if I go from this poor earth,
Well then, so shall I;
And if I come back to some place,
I think I shall come too;
And if I want to do something,
There's something I shall do.
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I knew I'd have to fight if I wanted to be free
I just wish it didn't have to take this form.
Here's what I am; Here's what you see:
I stand between the shadow and the storm.