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




  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    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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