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I'm an Underage Teen

Contributed by thepos on Sunday, 6th March 2005 @ 12:22:28 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I'm an underage teen,
I stole my mom's car.
I didn't see the harm,
I got so very far.
But then those kids ran,
They ran accross the street.
I missed them all but, one.
I knocked him off his feet.
I immediately stopped.
With silience in my heart.
I really didn't care,
Untill my feelings start.
The kid was only nine,
I'll never feel the same.
The kid will live no more,
And only me to blame.
I got out the car,
I checked if he was well.
He was not alive,
Now I need to tell.
His blood smered on the windsheild,
His blood driping of his face.
The others cryed with horror,
What a scary place.
I then got out my cell phone,
I dialed 911.
I waited for them to answer,
As I watched the dried sun.
I told them the kid was hit,
I told them he was dead.
I told them where he is,
That is all I said.
I drove back home,
Never to forget what I had seen.
I couldn't of wait for two more years,
I am an underage teen.


--Evan L.--

more of my poems at http://thepoemsofsorrow.com




Copyright © thepos ... [ 2005-03-06 12:22:28]
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Re: I'm an Underage Teen (User Rating: 1 )
by Xxluckie_lynnxX on Sunday, 6th March 2005 @ 12:28:32 PM AEST
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whoa .. thats a good one .. hopefully you never were in this position .. and if you were please go confess ! um great expressions i have a clear veiw of what went on that night .. keep writing and i will be reading more poems that you wrote !!


Re: I'm an Underage Teen (User Rating: 1 )
by SourPatchGurl on Tuesday, 8th March 2005 @ 03:34:44 PM AEST
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I really love this poem. I had the image in my head of what happened. Keep the poems coming, because I would like to read more.




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