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Lost Confessions Poem
Walking to the camp
With only a spark in my lamp,
We’re here for a night of fun
But all I want to do is run,
My friends follow me
Holding back shyly
First to camp
We sat down the lamp,
It starts to drizzle
The spark starts to frizzle,
We fear the spark is lost
To us forever what a cost
We find a small cabin
We start up by babblin’,
We go on, on and on
Without our phones,
I feel trapped
As if I have been kidnapped
Sitting in the dark
Led by only a spark,
It keeps me sane
Even in the rain,
Lost with nowhere to go
I put on quite a show,
My fear no one can see
So I let it be,
All alone I start to feel
I wish this fear would just disappear,
I ‘m afraid to speak
I know I will freak,
Sitting with my friends
Even till the end,
The wind blows and batters
The windows shatters,
Lighting strikes
To close for our likes,
There in the shadows
I can see small battles,
Do you see them too?
Do you see the crew?
Or am I insane
To see such a thing
We huddle close to the spark
It is so dark,
The wind whistles and blows
With the past so close,
My skin has goose bumps
They rise in lumps,
Lightning strikes
To close for my likes,
The spark starts to flicker
On the candle whicker,
I blink no more spark
We are not alone in the dark
I swear I’m not insane
They see the same thing,
They can be so vivid
I start to feel livid,
Why this anger inside of me
How can this be?
I am no longer at piece
Leave me in peace please
I want be left alone
Everyone must be gone
Leave me here to stay
I will live here everyday
I have finally gone insane
From the amazing things I have seen
No one is here
No one lives in fear
Leave me
Let me be
Copyright © Lost Confessions | Year Posted 2013
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