Treasure Island

Brookelyn Walker


Lakeside Veiw of Life


The Lake was aflame in the bright morning sun,
The Trees whispered, telling to run.
I took a step, then another,
Quickened pace in both fear and haste.
The waves lapped at the dock,
I reached the end, a weight holding me.
I heard a voice, faint but bold,
'Wait! 'But it's too late
I fell,
Too fast.
Too far.
Too Hard.

Submitted: Friday, November 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 01, 2014
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  • Khairul Ahsan (11/23/2013 11:48:00 PM)

    'I took a step, then another,
    Quickened pace in both fear and haste.
    The waves lapped at the dock, '
    Nice expression. (Report) Reply

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