I was probably in my preteens when I wrote this poem (and the poems that followed after!) No, it’s not the best, but I think it was pretty good for a child dreaming of becoming a writer. What do you think?
Something’s floating in the hall
As dark as shadows on the wall
Everyone wonders what you’re hiding
But you can’t tell them why you’re sliding
You hide the secrets in your mind
You let it be unknown to mankind
All of your secrets are as deep
As the dreams when you sleep
They fall into a cave with a locked door
You never will take anyone on a tour
You will not give away any rain
Of dark secrets that echo in your brain.
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