The Secret in Black- Poem by Rebecca Wood
Have you ever felt like the news didn't tell you the real story about something. Or maybe, there is more that happens out there than they let us know. Well, I've thought about it and that is what this poem is about. This poem portrays the fear in the reporter rather than the fear for the public ear.
I saw a man in black yesterday
I had no interest until I heard what he had to say
To another man he claimed he had a job to do
What job a man had to do in black I hadn't a clue
Eavesdropping is a normal thing for me
For I am a reporter you see
This man had a cold look in his eye
This man in black scared me though I didn't know why
Until today when I saw a women in black
She had a cold look in her eye, but this was joined by a tear down her cheek
They said it was a suicide, so I believed, until my knees began to grow weak
When I saw that man in black
Scared to death, I turned around and never looked back
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