Darkness

A poem written from memories as a child as i was scared of the dark.

It's coming,
You know it as well as I,
You can't escape it,
It slivers and slides like a serpant of the underworld
into every part of our world,
It won't be here long,
It's going now,
Don't be scared,
Although...
It will be back.


By Toby Yeomans