I wrote this in English. We had to write a poem about a feeling, and a colour, so I picked feeling trapped and the colour black. Hope you like it.


It's black.

All black.

Have I gone blind?

Am I dead?

No wait!

Theirs a light!

A small pecking from under the door light.

I rush to it,

But that's all it is,

Is a light.

No door

No escape.

I'm still trapped,

Caged like an animal.

I must be blind,

I must be dead,

For it's all black.

And their it is. Please review.

Rebellion Author.