The Dark
Walking down a long,
dark road with
nobody in sight,
I stay away from
the side of the road.
Bushes and trees
surround me,
I walk down
the middle of the road.
I get frightened
when I hear noises
coming from behind,
maybe it's the wind
blowing through the trees.
I stop dead in my tracks
and turn around,
there's nothing there,
maybe it was
just my imagination
running wild.
I don't like to be
in the dark all alone,
I've been like this
since I was small.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb19/2004
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