Darkness in a childs mind

My sister thinks it's depressing.

Shadows crawl along the bare, dull walls,

Silence seeps under the large, scary door , Monsters wait just outside the windows ,

Ready to pounce out whoever dares to look.

To scared to move, to scared to speak,

I think, I remember,

I remember that my great grandma is looking over me ,

I smell her, I sense her.

I am not scared anymore because I know that I am loved.

The End

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