The night is darkening around me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant tree are bending,
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
The storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
Nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
- Emily Bronte
Since I'm no longer 17, I've decided to update my profile. I'm female, 18 and waiting to go into the university. I'm also bored and have a lot of time on my hands so I subject you unsuspecting people to bad poetry. Thank you for putting up with me.
After rereadingmost of my poems, I realize that I'm not happy with a few of them, but no one has flamed me for writing rubbish so far, so I'm not sure if I should take them down.
Can someone pls help me? When I upload my stuff the format gets all messed up. Anyone know how to fix it?
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