A Cradle

May 15, 2012
A lullaby
Sweet and Haunted.
Is whispered,
Sending chills down my spine.
Invading my dreams,
Seeping deep down inside
Till I live,
Breathe,
And think,
A cradle.
A baby sleeping within...
Crying,
A cradle,
Lurching.
Then falling
In the darkness.
The moon,
Making it's shadow
Dance it's shadow
Dance on the walls.
Then nothing,
No crying.
No lullaby.
No cradle...
Nothing at all.





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Hannabug said...
Aug. 13, 2012 at 12:39 pm
O.o I hope if that was a dream that it doesn't come true....
 
DanielM said...
May 18, 2012 at 6:02 pm
I liked your message and your authors notes. I would suggest making your poem flow a little bit more and spacing out the lines. Then of course i don't know if you meant to format it like that. Anyhow that was an awesome poem keep it up (:
 
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