(6th) - horror
The trees are tall
The sky is dark
All I see are eyes
Staring right at me
Looking down from the trees
Shells of what used to be
Just make it until dawn
I'll be gone.
Birds are chirping
Lost souls are lurking
The unknown is searching
My thoughts are whirling
I see a figure
It looks like it was drawn
It reaches for me
I didn't make it until dawn
Im gone.
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Poetry By A 6th Grader
PoetryPoetry written by a 6th grader that I know. She wants to share her poems with the world, and hopes other people enjoy or relate to them.
