the dark
its creeping up on mefrom all sides.
which i can not see.
i hear whispers in the wind
saying my name
i scream at them
and fall in shame.
walking down the dark street alone
no where to go
no place to call home.
i feel a presence of someone behind me
i turn to face them
and i see nothing.
so i turn in the other direction
and i start to retreat.
the dark is a scary place
and i dont plan on seeing it face to face.
afraid to know whats hidden inside
because it shows the true meanings
of whats its like to be trapped in the dark times.
a closed in place
that makes my heart race and race.
By: cynthia jones
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