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The Night is Alive

Poetry By: Alice Dwaino

This is another poem I wrote last year, in seventh grade. It's quite dark, too, like my other one, but I like it. So feel free to tell me what you think of it; I can take it. Thanks!

Submitted:Dec 9, 2007    Reads: 111    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The house is dark, the night alive.

The rain pours down, flooding the earth.

I long for a light, for someone's company,

But I am alone.

The trees sway in the wind.

Their waves would be welcoming,

If not for their eery cries.

Taunting me, calling to me.

I try to ignore, try to sleep; no use.

I am awake, and so is the night.


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