I do not understand why people fear me
I am not scary at least I do not think I am
Staring into the dark murky sea
Questions start to swarm.
Clouding my mind,
I lowered my eyes to the ground and sighed.
My hands went to pick up a pebble
But I was having trouble.
The stone fell through my palm
I tried to stay calm
Yet I screamed in frustration
I stuffed my hand in my pocket to keep it hidden.
Why does the world hate me!
I said dryly.
Turning around to the gatepost
As I floated past a lamppost.
Back so soon?
A child seemed to ask, glancing at the moon.
I stopped and stared at her
She waited for an answer.
Something shined over me casting a silhouette
The child looked upset.
Why won't you talk?
She handed me a piece of a chalk.
As if she was saying goodbye
She turned and walked away and began to cry.
I wish I new this firsthand
Eyeing the object in my left-hand.
Why does she not fear me?
I whispered sounding like a zombie.
I went home, setting the object on the shelve
Just as the clock stroke twelve.
Glancing out the window at the scene.
Midnight has came, to end Halloween.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryVarious poems I have created. Some may be a bit gory, be warned before reading. Towards the end are poems dedicated to people who are friends of mine.