Treasure Island

Pookey's Poems

(03/06/1959 / Chicago)

Blackness


Scared I am of the blackness
Scared I am of the unknown
What is in store for me
And what is wrong with me

My life has finally started
With the love of my life
The one that picked me
Who finally found me

Tired I am of this stress of life
But this life I love so well
I can't help worry
of what tomorrow may bring

I can't be sick,
if I am it's just not fair
I've paid my dues
Now it's time to share

Submitted: Saturday, October 10, 2009
Edited: Monday, December 26, 2011

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/24/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    Very good poem Pookey, When the bright
    light enters darkness is dissipated. Life has
    it's ups and downs. We are along for the ride. (Report) Reply

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