They linger around me everywhere I go. Dark and scary, just like a crow.
A nest of lies, a bit of loss. A stroke of the truth, and mourning what is lost.
The nest hatched secrets, one by one. My eyes widened by the minute, watching what was done.
I cried that day, I sobbed and wept. They told the secrets they were supposed to have kept.
I tried to act and hold it in. But I was a failed actor, as my head started to spin.
It's foggy and a blur, just like my mind. If you see the shadows, who knows what you could find.
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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.
