The darkness is my canvas,
Where my imagination roams,
Bringing my fears to life,
So, I never feel alone.
The darkness is my clay,
Where I mold my despair,
I have many creations,
But, please don't stare.
The darkness is my diary,
Where my secret horrors stay,
But, don't turn on the lights,
You'll scare them away.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: A Tour Through My Mind
PoetryFull of the feelings I can't explain in any other way. I hope they help you to read just as much as they help me to write. Welcome to the tour! Thank you. #83 in poetry 6/22/2015
