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Thursday, 12 March 2015

My cabin at night

My cabin at night 


Darkness

Utter darkness


Nearly Silent

As the occasional

Branch scratched

On the window

My friends

All asleep

With me trying

desperately to.


It was like

nothing

was alive.






2 comments:

  1. Nice poem joe, I felt like that at night

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  2. Wow Joe! This really describes how you must have been feeling in the cabin. I hate the scratchy sound that trees make as they rub against cabins. I like how you have made sentences so that it feels like it has finished, but then it hasn't. Keep up the awesome work!

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