Blog posts, Writing

The Unknown

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

 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.

This poem is about fear :] It was a school project actually!