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Night. The dark
abyss that entrances
us all.
Nothing escapes
it's shadowy gaze.
not even me.
I lie awake,
staring at my
ceiling.
waiting. but
for what?
Dawn? Daybreak?
I can see them.
They are outside
my window. Watching.
They are night.
They are shadows.
They are darkness.
Nightmares, spirits,
apparitions, are they
real?
Or just our imagination,
running wild with the
thought of night?
All i know is
they are there.
They are always there...
- by silent_calling |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2009 |
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- Title: Night.
- Artist: silent_calling
- Description: A poem I wrote when I was bored in English class. Hope you enjoy it!
- Date: 10/15/2009
- Tags: night dark poem boredom
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Comments (3 Comments)
- cvbkfgbkjmgbcj - 11/03/2009
- night/darkness poems are lame, but this has more indivisuality to it. i reminds me a tiny bit of e.e. cummings
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- LISA of Steel - 10/21/2009
- this so awsome jk but its good its like mystery thing u know ugh love it
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- silent_calling - 10/19/2009
- I would prefer if someone was kind enough to comment, instead of just rate...
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