Lurking behind the trees up yonder,
In the yard, I heard its plunder.
Its unnerving gaze was focused on me,
From the top of a desolate paper-bark tree.
I heard it as it tumbled softly down,
But it made no noise when it touched the ground.
I felt shiver run up my spine,
I knew something was creeping up right behind.
Yet, there was nothing there when I turned around,
Nothing - except a leaf on the ground.
As the trees started to sway,
The wind took the leaf far, far away.
I was left to ponder that fearful night,
How I was taken aback by fright!
It didn't return in many years,
But by then, it did not hold my fears.
Instead, it held a hopeless hunger,
You see, it yearned for a younger.
A younger 'it' to take its place,
And a younger me to fear its face.
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The Inner Emotions of an Amateur.
PoetryJust a collection of poems that I wrote to show my feelings and those of the people around me. Nothing major, but still check it out and tell me what you think.
