Misery can be
simple.
It can also be very
detailed.
Misery can taste just
like
rusted metal.
It can smell like
smoke.
Notice
that I say
can.
Sword
a sword is like
a tail.
It can also be
a tale.
It waves around
as if a cats.
It always has a
history.
Poem me
I
can be
whatever i like to be.
Not just a change
of personalities
but of form.
You can change form
also
but you need an
imagination
By Alex, 13 years old