Poetry from my Dark Mind [POEMS]

That Girl Over There

In the dark in the light in an unlikely sight

There sat a girl in a room of idiots.

While the talking and talking kept going 'round stalking

Not affecting that girl over there.

Darkness loomed like a storm cloud assumed

All around the girl herself.

And while everyone was talking and getting up and walking

That girl would just sit at her desk.

She was a boat in an ocean of an unlikely potion

Of a mix of idiots and loons.

And she sat there and wrote, that very lonely boat

In a sea of idiots and goons.

And there in the darkness, surrounded by larkness

Is that girl right over there.

And in the dark in the light as she may and she might

She sat at her desk and wrote.