Sunday, June 10, 2007

The Unknown

There is a place
Called the unknown
There is a face
That has never been shown

A place, so cold
A place, so old
The unknown, so unforgiving
The unknown, so intimidating

The air, so crisp
The water so clear
Your target missed
The unknown is near

A forest, so deep
A forest, that weeps
A life, so sad
A life, so mad

The unknown, we fear
Please try not to shed a tear
The unknown, a mystery
Open your eyes and maybe you’ll see

1 comment:

Sarah said...

That was really good! It has a good sound to it. Also, I feel that it can be interpreted in many different ways. It speaks of many different things that are likely to appeal to all readers. Good job!