Men in Black,
shadowy figures
Dressed in suits,
so dark and sleek
They roam the night,
no one can see them
Silent and swift,
with purpose keen
They guard the truth,
from all who seek
To uncover secrets,
they must keep
For the fate of mankind,
rests on their shoulders
Men in Black,
guardians of the deep
They stand between us,
and the unknown
Defending us,
from things that should not be shown
Their mission is clear,
their duty is true
Men in Black,
I salute you.
About the Creator
Nims
Storyteller...
The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak3 days ago in Poets
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