The Giver Poem

(I kind of got the idea from Eugene, but instead writing ‘as’ at the front all the time, mine is JUST a poem, so I will boldface the similes)

(This is about the book, ‘the giver’, a future novel of PEAI.)

A world full of-

No colors

No books

and no pain

Why does it all matter

When there aren’t dreams

There aren’t any hope

And there isn't any love?

A person so smart as a genius

A person so fast as lightning

A person who is full with love

They are all just like a piece of trash.

What can a memory give to us?

So much happiness

So much joy

So much glee

But so much pain

A world full of memory

Full of hope

Full of life

Full of love,

And a world full of grayness

Full of dark

Full of obedience

But with no pain

What will be better

Between a world

Of color

Or of no pain?

A journey

With hope

With ambition

With desire

Will that be

A wise decision

Will that be

A road for future?