My journal is going to be filled with poems 4 now on!
The darkness
Running scared,
She sprint's down the dim wooded path.
The darkness that had haunted her,
Hungry again.
She trips,
Landing on the ground in a pile of leaves.
She jumps up,
And run's on.
Afraid of the shadow that stalk's her,
She dosen't look back.
Slowing to a halt,
Her lung's burn,
Her leg's weak.
Holding her breath,
Giving in to his power,
She slowly turns.
The darkness souround's her,
statsifying his hunger.
She sprint's down the dim wooded path.
The darkness that had haunted her,
Hungry again.
She trips,
Landing on the ground in a pile of leaves.
She jumps up,
And run's on.
Afraid of the shadow that stalk's her,
She dosen't look back.
Slowing to a halt,
Her lung's burn,
Her leg's weak.
Holding her breath,
Giving in to his power,
She slowly turns.
The darkness souround's her,
statsifying his hunger.
