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Black-Eyed Children

This poem explores the urban legend of the black-eyed children.
I spy with my little black eye you tonight.
Your footsteps scurry along,
Splashing puddles in haste,
You know something is wrong,
Fear is what you will taste.

Help.
Is what you want to say.
Help.
No one is saving you today.

It's alright, don't cry.
Just look into my eyes.

Do you want to see a surprise?
Just follow me,
Through the night.

Play with me.
Be mine forever.
Let's find mommy.
Let's do it together.

Soon, you will realize,
All my little white lies,
Hidden in my little black eyes.
By
Published: 9/21/2018
Bouquets and Brickbats