Starry Night,
Oh Black Sky,
I lie awake,
dressed in dread.
For I cannot shut my eyes,
In fear of the Walking Dead.
Irrational. This I know,
But my heartbeat, it will not slow.
A tremble, a shake.
In darkness I lie awake.
Too ready to flee,
For there is something...
And its after ME!
But alas, it isn't but the limbs of a tree.
Projecting horrible shadows for me to see.
Forgetting patience, I beg for light.
Oh dear God, do end this night!
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Poetic Poetry:
PoetryPoetry was the first type of writing I really got into. I was 12 when I wrote about a girl who had fallen in love with a boy who comitted suicide. Most of my poetry is very dark. So if you aren't into that kind of thing, you probably won't like it!
