by Kevin O., Age 12 , Grade 7, Easton Middle School, Easton, MARYLAND USA
Teacher: Mrs. Stinson
It’s what consumes all,
You used to have fun playing ball
But it’s too late,
Your too far into hate.
You may as well be 1000 miles away
Out in the sun, but then no fun at all.
You are locked up by your own deeds,
And there is no escape.
Only consumed by your own needs.
No thought of your fellow peers.
There’s a chance, a chance of redemption.
Hurry, go you must leave now!
Are you going to leave??
Oh, wait, it’s too late, I have failed you.Goodbye, for good this time.