Scared to rage
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Lauren Poole, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2005
I watched as Grandpa's coffin was lowered,
Ifelt as if I too were being lowered into that dark hole away from family and friends.
I felt tears on my face but i didn't care,
I was mad, mad at everyone for letting Grandpa die like that.
I couldn't help it, I ran and ran,
I was exhausted and mad with rage.
I woke-up and relized I was crying,
crying because today was Grandma's funeral.