The sky is dark and scary,
by Marisa Eutsler
the river is sad at night.
The area is covered in prairie,
the land is filled with fright.
I walk on, mesmerized,
the air like dust.
This is a big surprise,
I must find a way out, I must
I fear this is the end,
I must escape.
Myself ill never be able to defend,
Its almost like I’m recorded on tape.
Could it get worse,
I’ve been blessed with a curse.