Poems: volume 1

The man with a knife 

it was raining, it was dark.
I was sitting in the park.
When I saw the man with the knife,
and his victim, fighting in strife.
A body dropped to the floor,
it was clear the man had no respect for the law.
He spotted me in the park,
and blended into the dark.
I thought the man was gone,
but I knew I wasn’t alone . . .

The night is evil,
it will sneak up on you behind.
The night will try to kill you,
and won’t give you peace of mind.
It will wait ’till you’re asleep,
and will attack when the time is right.                    


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