She walks alone in the dark.
As she looks back there are sparks.
She can hear the whispers,
The steps, the jumps.
She can hear the quickness,
Just like darts.
She walks at a pace,
Not too fast.
She hears the whispers,
This makes her gasp.
She runs as fast as she can,
Until she hears the steps again,
A hollow speech hard and cold.
She wants to run but,
It's too bold.
She runs and runs,
Until she finds,
The sound was the wind,
So she walks again.
Poem About Being Scared Of The Dark
She Walks
Published: December 2012
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