Fear is the darkest time.
Even the moon is blind.
Terror leaves the jail
and intercepts the dreams of a child.
Desperation rises and light rushes away
What a big power it has
Even owls fly away
No hopes
we have.
In this poem, I tried to use adjectives about night to describe fear.
Even the moon is blind.
Terror leaves the jail
and intercepts the dreams of a child.
Desperation rises and light rushes away
What a big power it has
Even owls fly away
No hopes
we have.
In this poem, I tried to use adjectives about night to describe fear.