Treasure Island

Nick Hilton

(London)

A Sudden Ending


People in a different place,
Would regard the human race,
With malice ungrounded,
And hatred unfounded.

People from a different world,
Would acknoledge us cold,
For we one another destroy,
And with emotions happily toy.

People from a different earth,
Would avoid us with mirth,
For with happi

Submitted: Monday, October 03, 2005

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  • Lori Boulard (10/3/2005 3:33:00 PM)

    I am intrigued by this one and think the structure idea fits well, but the ending, well, is maybe a bit too sudden. Could just be me, but if you insinuated that the bomb drops, or we fade away, it would make the reader think a little harder. (Report) Reply

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