The dark
Everyone has feared the loneliness
Every thing is black
Not even a spark
I don't see why
The immense fear
Makes young kids cry
The dark brings bad thoughts
There would be no good
And all these little kids
Would be left misunderstood
But without the bad
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PoetryI always thought life was an answer, but with thorough thought, I've come to learn, that life is yet a question, and we are on a never ending hunt for the answer. An ongoing book of poems. Read at your own risk, because there are questions yet to b...
