Poem: The Darkness.

A hand through the roof in the darkness, we run to the corners in fear.

We know two of us will be taken and the screams when they're gone we will hear.

Again the hand comes through the roof space, to the corners again we all go.

One more lifted up through the darkness he screams and he's shouting out no.

We live all our lives in this darkness, tis the reason that we are so sad.

It's a sad life for me as I sit here, you see I'm a little tea bag.