December 7, 2011
I sit in the darkness. Afraid of the light. Everywhere I go, the shadows follow me. They speak to me as I walk. People say I'm insane, but I know what I hear and see. No matter where I look, shadows are following me. They scream my name, some cry out for help. Frightened I run towards the darkness. It's the only thing that saves me from the shadows. Sitting in the darkness, I tremble with fear. Scared the shadows will out smart the darkness and take me away.

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BriannaL.Nawara said...
Jan. 23, 2012 at 10:31 am
I have gotten a notification to publish this poem. It was a notification okaying it.
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