Killer's Delight
In the silence of the night,
it is my inner killer’s delight.
In the silence of the night,
there is no saving knight.
what if I let the killer in,
and all he does is grin,
and lifts me up by my chin
when will the killing begin?
Can I just make this pain end?
There is nothing to mend,
to what it would offend,
because all I do is pretend.
They said smile through the pain,
now I walk through the rain,
because the sun will come again…
when there is nothing that can stop this migraine
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I am a high school senior, I love to write in general, photography, and acting. Writing, especially poetry, has helped me not only grow in my talent but also get my inner critic to vanish and fuel my writing. I began writing poetry my sophomore year in high school with my first piece being about nature, and I have continued on with poetry and learned from each writing to make the next one better. Poetry is definitely something I am passionate about, there is just something about how one stanza can bring so much impact to the piece.
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