In The Dark Dark Room Poem

The moon is full but no light does shine in the dark room.

In the dark dark room poem.

In a dark room. I pray for ever happiness and no sorrow and that a magical light will shine soon. Time keeps its footsteps regular until it is clapped upwards. On the hill on the other side.

The minutes just rushed on. I hear a stifled moan from the dark dark gloom. I turn and run past the dark dark chair. He has a dark dark coat and a dark cravat.

Into the dark dark hall down the dark dark stairs. Is there anybody here in this dark dark room. In a dark dark room in a dark dark room they gather to make their halloween brew. We told each other stories to live by.

In this room this dark room is gloomy frightening filled with voices that the ear can barely take. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. In this hell the ghetto wanting to be a n word instead of a black man. Mixing frog legs and bat wings to a tasty treat.

Its a dark dark man in a dark dark hat. The dark dark room seems close now a place for me to rest i can t fight it anymore though i know i ve tried my best i return to that dark dark room it s spell is stronger than before i take one last look at the outside world and then they close the door. I see my whole childhood life like a movie laughs tears and sorrow in a young boy s life. A storm or plausibly you.

My prince and i sat in my bedroom. Like he can read all of my dark dark lies. Memories comes out of nowhere like a projecter turning on. A falcon glides into view.

He looks through me with his dark dark eyes. In the dark dark house there s a dark dark room in the dark dark room there s a d. The part is wild and as the door does open nobody shows for a minute or so. The room of witches and troll they do dance getting ready to take your soul.

Published at the web s largest poetry site.