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this is a poem i wrote in grade 9, tell me what you think.
Waiting

There I was, sitting in the rain
Under the bridge waiting
Waiting for someone to come
Hoping that they could spare some change
I feel so hungry, so cold, so dead
I’m living in a cardboard box beside a highway
hoping for my guardian angel to come & rescue me
I feel so tired,
But I’m too scared to sleep,
I don’t want to be in the dark,
I want to be warm, wanted, safe.
But soon, I drift to sleep anyway,
dreaming of warmth, happiness, security
out of the cold and miserable rain.
Soon I realized that I was in heaven