The Darkness
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Antonio Zinicola, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2019
Dark and dry
nothing in sight
but violent thunder clouds in the night.
Sun comes up
behind the hills
and thrust kills,
now the rapture is nil.
The clouds clear
beyond my ear,
heaven is here
but death is near
my sins are clear.
I wisper to myself in shakey fear.
I believe I hear
in the howling winds.
This is the age
of darkness beyond a bliss