Battling the present.
My heartbeat pounds,
Like a wave slashing a rock.
The growl of a ravenous lion,
Echoes out of the earthquakes mouth.
Its hand reaches out,
And jolts me from my bed.
As I stagger red eyed to find refuge.
By Anna
Monday, September 13, 2010
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Awesome poem Anna! I really like the part about the growling lion. Keep up this great writing.
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