The Night

by Lizzy Wolf   Feb 22, 2008


The night air grows thin
as i walk through and amid the shades
dark and dreary amid the shadows
walking through the dew grass
the night groans dark
all the shadows among the shades
creates darkness among everything
the air is so thin i cant breathe
the shadows grow darker around me
i cant move they grow so tight
they grow around me
the night then grows still everything is silent
then it kills me

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  • 16 years ago

    by Katy

    Good poem, the last line probally could have been a little better 4/5