The lights go out
Fear begins to sprout.
We're in a blackout.
Nothing works
Electricity is a jerk.
The blackout spreads
It feels me with dread.
I can't see
Oh, hear my plea!
Stop this blackout
Or be met with angry shouts.
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A Collection of Poetry Book Three
PoetryContains poems, most of which will be highly personal. It will also include poetry about experiences and ideals. Will contain 100 poems when finished. {Poetry / Short Story}
