Fear.
Then confusion.
Next pride.
There was a
Whirlwind of emotions
Rushing through my head
And leaving it
Barren.
All because of sixth grade.
I realized that entering
Sixth grade would be like
Walking down an endless
Street in the dark.
You don't know what's
Approaching,
But you've come too far to
Turn back.
I wasn't sure if I was ready
To continue my walk down that street.
Then confusion.
Next pride.
There was a
Whirlwind of emotions
Rushing through my head
And leaving it
Barren.
All because of sixth grade.
I realized that entering
Sixth grade would be like
Walking down an endless
Street in the dark.
You don't know what's
Approaching,
But you've come too far to
Turn back.
I wasn't sure if I was ready
To continue my walk down that street.
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hey
hey, i like this poem. 'walking down an endless/street in the dark/you don't know what's approaching/but you've come too far/to turn back. welcome to apricotpie! Lord Bless!
~All men were created equal, then some became Marines~
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~All men were created equal, then some became Marines~
*Death smiles at everyone, Marines smile back*
gotta love the Marines!!