Night
by: Aaron
Burke
The night
surrounds me,
Conceals
me from the evil,
Like a
blanket around me.
I feel
death hidden in the dark,
Ready
to take me away,
But it
never does.
The eerie
feeling of something,
Someone
following me grasps at me.
I turn
to see what it is,
But I
can't see it,
I'm blind
now.
What can
I do about these ghosts?
Run! Run!
Run!
It doesn't
work.
There
is only one thing I can do,
Conceal
myself in this everflowing blanket,
And wait
for the light to overcome this deep darkness.