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Black

November 4, 2011
By kalleyne3 BRONZE, New City, New York
kalleyne3 BRONZE, New City, New York
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Trapped in a room of darkness,
With the sounds of silence around me
Children lost without nightlights.
As the sun goes down.. I wonder
When will it rise again?
It is cold
We are bored
A crack of wood and we jump like rabbits
The shadows become more familiar
As the candles make them dance like Broadway performers
When will the sun rise?
When will the light shine


The author's comments:
To be quite honest, this poem was written in the darkness under candle light following the power outages from this past "Halloween Snow Storm".

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