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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Robert Crocker
Back in a Dark Grove of Trees
Back in a dark grove of trees
Under a blanket of dirt and leaves
There is an uneasy grave
I go there often to speak to her
To ask her why she made me
I, her dark child
We had loved once long ago
But she gave me pain and lies
I gave her rest.
It was on that night
That cold night that I came into being
Her dark child of rage
Now she is mine forever
Mine and the hidden earth of this forest
I go there often, to ask her why she made me, a killer
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