Separated from the rest,
So dark it's almost black
Regretting every move I make
Will I ever get back?

Walking in a circle,
For the hundredth time
I can't even see the path
And I'm covered in thick grime

The rain is cold and wet
Ow, what was that?
I'm scaring myself half to death
And I think I saw a rat

Now it's not as dark,
In fact it's almost light
I think I'll rest I didn't sleep
On that dreadful night

Just a few hours later,
I wake up in my bed
I realize it was just a dream
And curl up once again

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Hey guys

This was actually a poem I wrote when I was in grade four for school! I had to change it a bit, but it's pretty much the original poem. I thought I'd publish it to give you guys a laugh! Hope you enjoyed.