I'm not scared of the dark.
I'm scared of what's in it,
the package it comes with; its never Alone.
There's nothing in it to distract me,
So my thoughts go on a rampage.
Scampering, tampering and hampering
Like the bipolar sentences they are.
So I think of spice and everything nice.
My thinking pace is twice as fast,
for the dark will sneakily nip at my vision and obscure it evilly.
I'm relieved when the moment comes when I'm no longer worried and I stare straight into it.
And I finally fall into that deep slumber; heelding absolutely no regrets and no sorrys.
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(I don't think heelding is a word...)
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PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
