It was a dark and stormy night. I was walking alone by myself. I stepped on something dark. It was a black marker. This marker however, was no ordinary marker. It was a black highlighter. A few minutes later, (after I picked up the black highlighter) A gang attacked me. When I escaped, I went to the bus stop. But at the bus stop, the bus almost hit me. When I got home, I realized that I had to go to the store. When I left my house, I almost locked myself out. I had to do some homework. I thought the black highlighter would be helpful. When I used the black highlighter, The line that I highlighted was impossible to read. But when I used the black highlighter to black out private information, I could STILL read the information!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS HIGHLIGHTER?! When I showed it to two of my friends the next day, They hated me. Even a girl that I was in love with rejected me. All of this however was nothing compared to what was going to happen next. That night, all of my friends were dying one by one. The CIA realized that they were using black highlighters. But, they did not realize that if they highlighted a persons’ name, That person would die 24 hours later. Then all of a sudden, I got a heart attack. And I died from it. Because the night before, a CIA member highlighted my name. On his way home, he dropped the black highlighter. And I happened to come across it. So, those are the negative effects of THE BLACK HIGHLIGHTER.
If you read between the lines of this entry,you will find that a black highlighter,is the equivelence of death.......and that being in the dark,can not help you accomplish anything purposeful in life....that is what my interpretation is about this poem.....maybe I am wrong....but it was interesting to read.....
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