Draws Near.

My hand in my pocket,

Hearing laughing lingering longingly in my ear,

Even though it was just a locket,

Quivering as I hear something draw near,

The feeling lasted near home,

As a voice drew closer,

And closer it got,

To my ear where it loomed,

When the feeling of despair, followed,

Peering behind my shoulder,

To see no one was there,

A lie laid bare,

As guilt festers,

I threw it in the air,

And landing behind a hedge,

It nagging at me like pestering midge,

To steal something that doesn't belong to you.

By: Ethan Mc Closkey

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