The first poem I wrote;Poem with scattered ideasThought it was the best,for a childlike brain to make;but still a lot to work on.

As I lay on my bed I look up.All I can see is a black sky.The stars are dead.The moon is round and clear,the only one that lights up the sky.The only reason why I can see in the dark,while I'm waiting for the sun to shine.

I hope to get there, Leaving the house so early. But I'm late again.