Know Too Much

Know Too Much

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue
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Night has never been more dangerous than in the eyes of a child.

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The woods behind my house

are scary at night.

Sometimes, I can’t even sleep.

I hear the owls, and big dogs;

the branches, scraping,

scraping. The water in the bathroom,

“drip, drip” down the drain, and I’m alone.

I can feel my eyes wide with

fear, the covers up to my

ears, but I can still hear them.

Now there’s voices; that’s what

I can hear. Little kids know

more about the dark, and I

know more about the woods

behind my house. 

© 2012 Wild Willow Blue


Author's Note

Wild Willow Blue
All of my poetry comes from the heart.

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i also don't plan...what comes out just does...

and i know there is that side of my mind..like the woods, behind my house...i have those also...real woods and metaphorical woods.

and i am not afraid...to go there...literally or figuratively..

at least i don't think i'm afraid.

chilling piece, and so thought provoking...i really like the conciseness of this and how it lets us roam.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

11 Years Ago

What a wonderful review! Thank you so much! I am very pleased that you perceived this in a metaphori.. read more



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Lovely poem I like the theme of like a childhood fear. Keep up the good work! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much! I am glad you enjoyed it.
Excellent imagery you have created here. Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

11 Years Ago

Thanks, MD!
Mr Dunne Poetry

11 Years Ago

Yw :)
i also don't plan...what comes out just does...

and i know there is that side of my mind..like the woods, behind my house...i have those also...real woods and metaphorical woods.

and i am not afraid...to go there...literally or figuratively..

at least i don't think i'm afraid.

chilling piece, and so thought provoking...i really like the conciseness of this and how it lets us roam.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

11 Years Ago

What a wonderful review! Thank you so much! I am very pleased that you perceived this in a metaphori.. read more
Dominant words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

11 Years Ago

Thank you. :)
Acer

11 Years Ago

My pleasure, i loved your writing;-')
Dominant words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love the image of the darkness that you have created. My favorite lines are about the little kids and the dark and your knowledge of the woods- nice poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very well written, I can feel the fear behind the words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wild Willow Blue

12 Years Ago

Thank you!
love the suspence of this poem! Great write!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wild Willow Blue

12 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed it!
see i have a childhood fear of the darkness and unknown and its like this poem completely fed off that. especially the ending. you left that to the readers imagination. that's genius. another good poem. well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I have that fear too ;P I'm glad you enjoyed the ending!
It's scary when you're alone. Loved the creepy environment, I was so thrilled and hooked on the whole time.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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I am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..

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