Dark And Scary
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Zac Kertesz, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2013
He’s dark and scary
My vision is hazy
Its around midnight
My muscles are tight
I can’t sleep
Every noise I hear, I leap
Is he under my bed?
Or above my head?
I don’t know but I hear a noise!
Crash! Bang! I grab my toys
And I run
I run to my mum
Because he scares me
And my vision is blurry
Then BAM! He got me
And it all goes dark…