Big Red nose
Fake painted smiles
Clowns are what I fear most at night
They always laugh creepily
Never know what they are thinking
They could kill me any second
Help me get away from the clown IT at night
He is always in my dreams
I may never see him, but he is there
Help me get away!
There he is
He is coming
I grabbed the closest thing and throw it
He won't go away!
Help me get away.
YOU ARE READING
Fear
PoetryThese are Poems about my fears. I will be reading the Death poem at the Poetry Slam that 8th grade reading and writing classes are doing. I hope I do good. More to come. I will update as soon as I can.
