sensory emotion poem
1November 25, 2013 by dylans222
Haymitch
Anger is red.
It tastes like old liquor still being drank after many years.
It smells like someone who hasn’t bathed in a while.
It feels like sleeping on needles.
It sound like yelling at the capitol.
It looks like someone who hates their life.
Anger is somewhere dark with no lights at all.
By Dylan S
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Wow. This poem really describes haymitch. He’s always so angry or depressed.