White Comedy

Poem By Benjamin Zephaniah

Touching the terrors of the night,
Hidden away is the sunlight.
The devils in hell, taking a look,
Because the night is the devil's black book.
Men locked away where it's always night
Never again can he see the light.
Horrors of lonliness shall haunt him
He can't get away from where it's dim.
Trying to run but gettin nowhere,
Shouting, crying, does anyone care?
The devil just laughs as he lie
Doesn't anyone hear his cry?

Age 12

Comments about White Comedy

A rhymed and horrible vision of Hell. These are the stories poems should tell.And a well done write to give us a fright and keep us awake all through the night. GW62

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