Part of the fun thing about April in this part of the world is that you can never tell what the weather will be like. Will it be snowing, raining, sunny, cold, hot, mild?? If you're lucky, you get a day that has all of these. Like today, when I was staning out in it all day. But I digress - let's skip all this silly talk of weather and think about poetry!
After Dark
The night settles about me,
my skin tingles against the oppression
that creeps like the morning fog.
But once it settles, the fear subsides.
There are no monsters under the bed.
The closet is barren.
There, in the black, all the secrets are revealed.
No reason is there to fear,
No cause for alarm,
No gain to be had.
The fear can be faced, now.
After the Dark has exposed its face.
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
No comments:
Post a Comment