The Black ShackA Poem by Ricky Campbell
The little black shack
Sitting in the cornfield Among the barrenness on the side of the road Hides itself from the world But is visible to me it sits there in the light In broad, open daylight As black as the midnight sky The purpose of this shack is unclear For nothing sits inside of it For it's just an empty shack Or an eyesore on the side of the road It's quite odd as to why someone would build it there On the side of the road Within the confines of a cornfield And not store a thing inside of it It's just like problems in our life Taking up space in the side of our mind Hiding from the rest of the world And appearing as an eyesore to us So do as you may with your "black shack" Take whatever steps are needed For mine is no longer a black shack But now a pile of black ashes Scattered around, and out of my mind.
© 2015 Ricky CampbellReviews
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StatsAuthorRicky CampbellPortage, MIAboutI am a 16 year old teen from a calm, quiet city. I have aspirations of publishing a book of poetry before I graduate high school, and would appreciate any feed back and tips! Also, if you would like m.. more..Writing
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