Well, my dear readers, this is a poem I did for an English class. Hope you like it, and tell me what you think about it!
Darkness separates me from the world,
from the light.
Its fingers of night like a cloth,
Surrounding me,
smothering me in silence.
It is here that I hide, shielded,
from the scorn and ridicule of the outside world.
But it is from darkness that
my music is born, swirling
into the air.
reaching.
Bending, to fill the empty space inside my mind,
inside my soul.
Suddenly...
Swoosh!
A beautiful nightingale graces he presence in my domain,
a red rose within her dark feathers.
She sings, he beautiful song
penetrating the darkness, leaving
trails of light;
saving me from myself, freeing my soul from eternal
Night...