I run down the streets faster than a cheetah
I look behind me only to see they are still chasing me
I continue to run like the wind, faster than an airplane, faster than the speed of sound
They are still chasing me

I run behind a corner and sigh as loudly as a lion would roar
I watch as they run past
Running again, I look behind to make sure they do not follow
They are no longer chasing me

I open the doors to my room only to see them
The shadows
I run again in fear, this time faster than the speed of light
They are once again chasing me

In the shadows of the buildings I hide, hoping to escape my doom
They run past and come to a sudden stop
They turn around to see me and pull me in like a fish being reeled in by a fisherman’s rod
They’ve caught me

I try to push back yet it is no use
The force pulls me forward and I desperately hold onto a pole tighter than boa constrictor holds its prey
I fall to my hands and knees in front of the shadows
They have me

I look up at them and beg to be freed, knowing my fate
I begin to cry out more than a baby animal missing its mother
“Please forgive me!” I yell out
They will not forgive me

I watch as they look at one another
They turn to me and everything flashes
I blink and before I know it, I am back in my home on the floor
They have forgiven me
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Back in seventh grade, my class did a poetry unit at the end of the year. Since I LOVE to write, I decided to make my first poem an awesome one that had a deep emotion in it. Several people read theirs aloud to the class, but I felt really accomplished because when I read mine, my teacher turned around and mouth "wow" whole doing a little cheer. I smiled. I just love poetry.