Loneliness
by Cayleb
Loneliness is the colour black.
It smells like old expired paint.
It tastes like mildewed bread that's been there forever.
It sounds like pitch black nothing.
It feels like a spider crawling up your spine.
Loneliness is a hanging microphone listening to the ground.
Beautifully written, Cayleb. I really enjoyed your use of descriptive language. I could really feel what you were saying. You can be really proud of this work! Thank you and well done! Mrs. Fiebiger
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