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Zach Claycomb
Poems
Mar 2013
The Dark and I
Gazing into the dismal moon,
I hear violent sounds,
murderous sounds.
Leaves are crawling, dead
in the breeze
like zombies.
The dark earth below
clutches my shoes,
with black, muddy fangs.
The trees are singing
a fright-filled number.
Logs are making fists.
The forest is alive.
I am in the heart
of every sort of unknown.
Looming and lingering in the night,
these strangers breath
goosebumps down my neck.
Brightness shoots out of the flashlight,
shadows instantly disappear.
I cannot see anything.
Still unknown.
Written by
Zach Claycomb
Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)
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