By Jackson Painter

My once friend, now my enemy.

I was stabbed in the back.

I was bitter and wanted revenge.

Luckily i didn’t have to obtain it myself.

One day i was driving and I saw something.

There was a crash and the people inside were dead.

At the moment i was sad and i knew it was a dismal moment.

Later on the news the names of the fallen where shown. There families had felt like their hearts had been torn out.

The names had been shown and i happier than a kid in a candy store.

The car had been my reaper, my hitman.

I had obtained my revenge in the tragic but triumfit moment.

1. I chose a emotion poem.
2. I chose this emotion because i have felt it many times.
3. The tone of my poem is grim.
4. Sometimes you should not seek revenge because karma will seek it for you.
5. “There families had felt like their hearts had been torn out.” “The car had been my reaper, my hitman.”
6. I changed sad to dismal. I changed happy to triumfit. I changed these so i had a stronger meaning and voice and vocabulary.
7. I think it was fairly easy to write this poem but it was not easy to fine tune and perfect it.
8. I am satisfied with my final draft because i think it displays the true meaning of my emotion.