This is just a small piece I thought of, I’m 14 and wondering is this is okay for my age, thank you in advanced!
As I stand, perplexed within my own questioning, the consequences have not slipped through, realisation drowned with guilt far beyond the eye. Reality was all but a mind game, joy, a numbing agent for political outrage, global hunger, disease. Hiding secrets within their own colt not sharing information to the ones who are suffering, thinking healthcare was a profitable business, a good marketing scheme. The antidote never to be released, for then the notes and the coppers would spiral out of their owners pockets. I still stand gazed, eyes fixed upon a certain area of the foliage, a patch of Bluebells freshly ascended from the cracks within the decking, overjoyed to be free. They waved in perfect harmony, like a shoal of fish on a new patch of turf. The clouds were begging low, air feels stuffy, the insoles of my shoes cold, yet not unbearable to tread. Hands digging between my low-hanging jumper determined to find warmth, yet they couldn’t. As the wind got more aggressive it began to shout belligerently, angered of my presence in a way I could not decrypt.