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 * Recreate your poet's voice in an original work about your personal narrative.** You will need to annotate your choices in order to receive full credit.

"The Nightmare" by Tad Paulsel

I was having a great day when the skull appeared. I finally saw it, sooner than I had feared. When I saw it was there, I tried not to cry, But deep down inside, I felt I might die. The skull had once been the closest of friends, but at that moment, it was to be my end. I allowed the skull to become my destruction, it didn't allure me: it used no seduction. My friends came to mourn me, It felt like the gathering was a decent party. Things were different when I was gone, People were lost like a motherless fawn. When I was there, at the place of the skull, I felt I was kept there by a constant pull. Surrounded by black raptors, I would not let them be my captors. I decided then and there I had to get out, It'd be them that I'd rout. I contemplated between death and life, And choosing actually caused internal strife. I went back and forth, Until I mustered my worth. I packed all my things, And I grew a pair of wings. I had regained my vision; I was without division. Like a prodigal son, I was celebrated because I had won. Reunited with family and friends, There could be no greater end. But when I came back, the clouds were grey, For I had abandoned the skull that day. And so to remind me of that horrible day, I left part of skull on my shelf to remind me of the fray. Skull and I are friends now: We have no furrowed brow- But every day I remember that event, So that in the future, I'll ne'er more be bent.