Please.
Please help me.
I'm lost.
I'm scared.
I'm alone.
It's too dark to see,
And I'm almost too cold to move.
But I'm not alone.
Not really.
He is watching me.
He is everywhere.
So I must write,
And then write some more,
Of my poetry in the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry in the dark
PoetryYou ask me if I'm crazy? Well, let me put it this way. I wouldn't be writing poetry in the dark If I was completely sane...
