Friday 8 April 2016

'Black' poem

                                                Black

Black is nightmares filling a horrified child's thoughts through out the windy night.

It is hairy monsters rising from under the dark, messy depths of your bed.

Black is night time with a putrid surprise of creepy crawlers darting up someone's jittery legs.

It is horrid thoughts of what a dreadful day it had been.


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