Author's note: Today during band I was very thirsty and I wasn't allowed to get a drink because we were going through our concert. So then I decided to make a poem off of it. I am trying to have high proficient word choice and high proficient voice.
Heat,
I feel it as it soars through my body,Drying me up,
Shriveling me into a raisin.
Dries up my throat,
No sound comes out as I whimper for help.
I crawl to my only source of survival -- water,
This feeling,
That I will never reach it,
Sears through my body,
I would rather die trying to stay alive,
Then die giving up.
I keep moving,
Trying to reach it…
To reach the water that holds life.
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