Mar 2017
In the dark it is quiet,
But somehow the dark can be as loud as a lion.
The dark whispers and leaps on your bed,
And you wish that you would turn on the light instead of torturing yourself.
So, you turn on the light and it hurts,
You Hiss at the light for making your eyes bleed and you plead,
of yourself to turn it off.But you can't, because of the dark....
But somehow the dark can be as loud as a lion.
The dark whispers and leaps on your bed,
And you wish that you would turn on the light instead of torturing yourself.
So, you turn on the light and it hurts,
You Hiss at the light for making your eyes bleed and you plead,
of yourself to turn it off.But you can't, because of the dark....
In this poem, I demonstrate how scary the dark really is.I will be making another Poem called Light.But, in this poem, you have to figure out who is he/she?
