Dead of Night

by x Mo x   Mar 18, 2007


In the dead of night
The air grows still.
I am filled with the silence
That rings out so shrill.

Engulfed in the darkness,
My heart beat slows.
The new moon is up
As the darkness grows.

The warmth of the sun
Is nowhere to be found.
The grass curls around me
As I slip to the ground.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Hannah Emellia

    Wow, kinda dark and mysterious, ehh? I don't have any critique, only praise for this one. 5/5 Lovely.

  • 17 years ago

    by Vodka

    You used a couple of big words that I didnt know, but ive got a dictionary. all is well. But anyway, twas brilliant darlin. Loved it.

  • 17 years ago

    by Silent Words

    You're not capable of writing a bad poem are you?...*envious*... I feel like I slip back to the darkness everynight, when I am alone with no one to support me.

  • 17 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Excellent writing! I love the imagery.

    The grass curls around me
    As I slip to the ground

    ^ That is beautiful and expressive.

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