Shadows lurk in every corner.
I'm afraid I won't survive the night.
They take different shapes and forms
and I'm worried that maybe they'll come
alive.
The clock ticks on.
The night gets darker.
The sun begins to rise.
I'm a survivor of another night lived in
fear.
YOU ARE READING
Etc.
PoetryA collection of different pieces I have written over the years. I'll continue to add to this so check back for more pieces. Please keep in mind that none of the pieces are edited so my grammar isn't quite up to par. Comment and vote, if you want...
