Mr Peek's poetry place...
Sunday, 20 May 2018
Lights out.
Like
After Dark
I am not quite
As lovely as I seem,
My words have all been taken from
The devil's darkest dream.
You think that you can own me,
And never scream and shout?
Then take a torch and try to read
Me when the lights are out.
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