The sun goes down over the horizon
The stars are filled with horrible secrets
At night the moon laughs down at the world
The small seeds in their rooms seek a home
Those horrible secrets fill dark corners
Making the rooms feel even darker
Making the seeds feel all alone without someone to hold
Water pushes the seeds that are close, away like the swift of a knife
The water is dark and dirty not pure
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Author:
Jack Eggz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2020 20:10
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Comments1
This is a dark poem JE. However I think a lot of thought went into it. I hope that you are OK.
Ex animo, Alan
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