Cave
The darkness is a blank slate
The darkness is a blank slate
Hidden away from the light
Where your mind plays tricks on you
Leaving you frightened and white
When you schlepp into the mouth
The darkness is a blank slate
Suddenly the torch in your hand
Feels hugely inadequate
Your eyes dart furiously
Searching for something you know
The darkness is a blank slate
A place where magic can grow
This could be your secret hideout
Your artwork to create
For this blackness is your canvas
The darkness is a blank slate
YOU ARE READING
Nature at its Finest
PoetryThis is a suite of poetry I wrote for school. They are quaterns, meaning that they have sixteen lines divided into four stanzas. They also have a repeated line which is line one of the first stanza, line two of the second .etc I used a simple rhymin...
