A silent creature not knowing where to start.
Broken-hearted, falling apart.
They keep going, reaching out
However they just can't make a sound.
No one of them knows what to aim for,
Since they were never taught; all they got is destruction.
To make themselves believe that they are fine,
They run away, keep close and hide-
Yet they still know they're never okay.
They don't know if they'll be alive the next day.
They're shadowed, lost, aware-
Not letting anyone stare.
Always moving somewhere.
Trusting nobody, fearing even light-
They're creatures of the night.
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A/N:
The concept behind this poem is pretty funny. I was out late at night and heard a dog barking. I was really scared and then this came to my mind.
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