Final Decision Poem by Mikayla Haberbosch

Final Decision



Alone in her room,
she begins to cry.
Her hair in her face,
her hands are tied.
There's no other way,
so what's the point?
No other choice,
yet she can't decide.
But with a shaking hand,
she decides her fate,
and with her last breath,
sighs 'this is it.'

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Sonya Khan 16 June 2010

Hey I really like this one :)

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