As i’m driving down the highway i see a house it

doesn't look like any regular house it is old broken.

Maybe even abandoned. i park up on the yellowy  

brown grass i slowly hop out of my car i have a

ominous feeling there is a old rusty tin ladder maybe

leading to a never ending world. i can hear noises the

sounds of souls underneath the muck on dirt covered

floors as it rot back.       

I Am Poem

I Am

I am thoughtful and warm hearted

I wonder what my future holds  

I hear the whispers of my ancestors up above     

I see the beautiful world around  

I am strong      

I pretend that I’m fine when I'm not really fine  

I feel the darkness trying to take over my body

I touch the grass that grows on the forest floors

I worry about my life and what it has in store

I cry with horror over my passed family's graves

I am thankful for who I am     

I understand that people may not like me

I say to myself, I can make this the best day ever

I dream to be famous and be on stage

I try to work hard

I hope, I hope, I can achieve my dream  

I am the only one. There is no one like me

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