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by gack60 Oct 23, 2007
Dark, fantasy /
As I walked down these dark streets,
A chill ran down my spine.
I cant express the feeling it gave,
It was too strange to define.
These streets I'd walked down so many times,
Yet never with so much fear.
I don't think I'll walk this way again,
As what scares me is still unclear.
These streets had seen me grow,
They'll probably watch me fall,
And when the time comes to take my bow,
They'll wrap me in my pall.
I hate these streets for making me,
The person that I'd become.
Yet now I no longer do what they want,
And dance to the beat of their drum.
Never before have I felt this way,
So defenseless and so meek.
I'm sure I'll overcome these thoughts,
That have made me feel so weak.
Now I walk the long way home,
It seems much safer to me.
It's better to be late, than not get there at all,
As I'm sure you will agree.
The moral of this story is not a clear one,
Yet it will stick within your head.
You never can tell what lurks in the dark,
Or underneath your bed!
Very creepy but excellent poem, loved the way it flowed
and im not sure if my paragraph thing was a poem...
but if i write whatever i did... (something else of course)
would you fix it if it wasnt good and give it back to me?
just tell me whats wrong with it or whatever
or change it
A beautifully depicted mysticism reflects from this poem!! Really a nice job.
How much do those streets remind you of the areas we live in bro?
Very nice creepy poem, I must tell you .. I much prefer your work when it's put into the standard 4 line stanzas. Seems to flow much better.
Really like this poem mate, it's eerily enjoyable.
The confusion and rythem of this poem is so real! good job!