The Unknown

Like Loch Ness,
It’s murky and unclear
With something unkown
Lurking around below.

 Like a big, black bat
It flies around my head
And rustles in my ears
unseen.

 Like the lowest note
On a grand piano,
It calls out to me
In its deep, dull voice.

 The color of dark storm clouds,
It looms overhead,
Waiting to swallow me whole.

NOTE:
This poem is about fear :] It was a school project actually!

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