Happiness Is Gold-Hatred Is Black
HAPPINESS IS GOLD
It sounds like an amusement park.
It feels like the warmth of a summer sun.
It smells like fresh ground coffee.
It tastes like chocolate.
It looks like the stars on a clear night.
HATRED IS BLACK
It sounds like tortured screams.
It feels like an eternity in fire.
It smells like rotting flesh.
It tastes like bile.
It looks like the Holocaust.
Author's note: This was written during a Middle School English class where I was an instructional aide. Our teacher challenged me to do the class assignments also.
Copyright © Rich Reitz | Year Posted 2017
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