Like Loch Ness,
It’s murky and unclear
With something unkown
Lurking around below.
Like a big, black bat
It flies around my head
And rustles in my ears
unseen.
Like the lowest note
On a grand piano,
It calls out to me
In its deep, dull voice.
The color of dark storm clouds,
It looms overhead,
Waiting to swallow me whole.
NOTE:
This poem is about fear :] It was a school project actually!
