(Note: this poem must be centered to get the full effect.)
Facing
The other way.
Not looking or doing
Nothing similar to what others
Might want for you to do or to say.
All together different in nature or
Or quality. Nothing the
Same as before
Poor
Antagonist
He argues against
What you would say or know
There is nothing correct to say him
He is not one that would get the gist.
He’s the opposite of what you
Want to be or do or say
Nothing is the same.
Flew
Across
From. Now facing.
Off in the distance, far
Away from here, but opposite
Crouching in naive fear or pacing.
The opposite of any good dream
A bad nightmare in your mind
Clings to your fright.
Scream.
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