I Go Through the Black

Submitted by paperpoet on Mon, 08/16/2010 - 13:46

 

I go through the black In the dark I must ride It’s a sad place to live But a good place to hide Most fear the blackness And none feel at home But dark lives in my heart Wherever I roam Most fear the monsters That lurk in the grass But I look just like them So they let my pass I go through the darkness But I never come back The light does not love me Near as much as the black
Author's age when written
17
Genre
Poetry
Tags
monsters
darkness
Black

Comments

Kassady

Mon, 09/06/2010 - 15:11

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That was really good!

very mysterious! Very eery! It made me feel sad and lonley. Reminds me of some place in middle earth..... or something... I don't know????? It just very Mysterious. But i love it when poems and writing makes me feel like that.

 

Well done!

Write on!

Kassady

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!

Madeline

Sat, 09/11/2010 - 16:43

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 Oh my goodness! That was amazing! My jaw dropped. It's so simple and pronnounced--and it's eerie just like Kassady said. Wow...

KatieSara

Sat, 09/25/2010 - 01:40

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Ditto to the other two.
This makes me think of The Phantom of The Opera...could Erik perchance be the inspiration for this?

Katie:-)

"Are all humans like this? So much bigger on the inside?"
-Idris/TARDIS

Anna

Mon, 09/27/2010 - 15:22

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Very nice.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief