by Amelia Robinson
October 2009
Description: A poem I submitted for my tenth grade creative writing class. I wish I knew the prompt, but this was the result.
In my quiet time
A sorry, sorry tale
Darkness stops on the steps
Eyes filled with malice
A heartless thing
In my quiet corner
A window high above
Cracked and careless
A shaft of sun
This dangerous artificial light
In my quiet room
Silence comes knocking
Gripped and immobile, dominating
A cold remedy that pricks like thorns
A lost, forgotten splendor
In my quiet hall
A clock beings its song
All these sad hours
Twisting together in parody of life
Forever, unending
In my quiet place
My unworthy being
Ghostly and silent
Rotting and abandoned
Drifting over ruins
In my quiet time
A talk of dreams
And cravings so dear
So clear and deceptive
This fool’s paradise.
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