Treasure Island

Jessica Amburgey


Hidden Meaning


The darkness has a hidden meaning.
One that can be a little misleading.

With a story that always leaves you lingering.
That has a thousand words but never says anything.

Who hides in the darkness of the evening,
With it's power it comes singing.

Telling you to come unyielding,
With no concern to what your feeling.

Your soul is what you are mislaying,
And your loved ones you are betraying.

For the darkness has no opening,
And forever has no closing.

So beware of what you are beholding,
And who your soul will forever be holding.

Submitted: Sunday, November 01, 2009

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  • Mrs. Blue (11/1/2009 5:41:00 PM)

    that was lovely. I loved the rhymes and the subject. Darkness is just so dark and poetic. It was great! (Report) Reply

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