The Darkness Knows Your SecretsA Poem by Dillon "Gerald" SteeleThis a story about how I was ready to leave my house and ready to leave forever but when I stepped outside, I couldn't help but want to stay.The house was loud I stepped outside for some air it seemed as though their screaming had taken all the air in the house Now a days i can't seem to breath I can't seem to think with all the sounds and thoughts. It’s funny how when you step outside at 1:30 in the morning the world can sit so still as if it is waiting waiting for someone for something. It doesn't make a noise except the sound of the highway behind my house It’s funny how when you step outside at 1:30 in the morning the thoughts stop and are replaced with silence. Nothing, but the sound of your breath as you inhale the frosty air Of the November night. It’s funny how when you step outside at 1:30 in the morning You can feel every hair stand up and every chatter of your teeth as the cold pierces through your coat, its almost as if you can hear the grass screaming for help in the cold night. It’s funny how when you step outside at 1:30 in the morning the world is different it is better because when you step outside at 1:30 in the morning the silence takes control and it wins every time It’s funny how when you step outside at 1:30 in the morning You feel safe. © 2014 Dillon "Gerald" SteeleAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDillon "Gerald" SteeleMAAboutI am 17 and I write poetry usually heartbreaking or inspirational. I have a poetry book being sold titles These Things Happen. more..Writing
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