May 2018
I don’t understand
why I am afraid
of the dark,
It’s not that I’m
scared of it,
It’s what hides
in it.
The lies and secrets
we never told,
The nightmares
hold me,
Bad choices
we would regret,
Even the future is
not bright anymore,
However
the dark
Is the least of my problems.
why I am afraid
of the dark,
It’s not that I’m
scared of it,
It’s what hides
in it.
The lies and secrets
we never told,
The nightmares
hold me,
Bad choices
we would regret,
Even the future is
not bright anymore,
However
the dark
Is the least of my problems.
This is my first poem. I wrote it about three years ago for an English class my freshman year of high school. It is in the style of the book Crank by Ellen Hopkins, and her style of poetry. There are two ways to read this poem.
