It

by Mandalyn Soong

Just a short poem about It that I made in my creative writing class!

It.

You never truly see It.

But you know It.

It takes the form of your worst fear.

Is It clowns?

Or is It a failed test?

Or perhaps a serial killer?

You never truly see It.

Not until you do at least.

But by that then, you'll be enclosed in fear,

And you'll meet your death.

Even then you never really see It.

No one ever does.