A comical poem..( I'm just fooling around with the rhymes and the rhythm).
Escape from Nausea..
It reaches my nose to explode
When I doze..
But what a malignant feeling
Of dry mouth stench,as I feel like a
Tortured wench..
I stammer, I growl,I evaporate
Into thin air but
My mind is possessed by a feeling of
narrow power;
Lifeless and listless
Like a puppet Pinocchio,
I am the center of a helpless
Emotion_
As the commotion within stirs and stirs
Into a soupe of a malodorous smell_
My body is numbness and
My stomach in knots as I
Feel it creeping in like a
Sly burglar_
Stealing my mood,
Stealing my aura to a bitter repose...
It creeps in when I doze.
When vacationing at a mysterious Maine lighthouse, ten-year-old Dylan befriends a ghostly lighthouse keeper who must protect Dylan from danger after he learns a very big secret.
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