The Night} My first poem ever. Dedicated to Walt Whitman and Ms. Erickson my english teacher.

The night, like a deep dark sea
Grasping with cold grey fingers
Tries to draw the life from me.
Then from the darkness comes a sound
But when I search,,,,,,
Nothings found.
Could it be my fear concieved
The danger in which I so believed?
Was not the darkness that I could see
But darkness bound inside of me.
7/1/78
Wilmington IL