I couldn’t find any recent poems but I found one that I wrote when I was 8, after I watched a PBS special about Emily Dickinson
Book of Horrors
I dare not read it
I dare not read the Book of Horrors
For if I do
The devil below will come and take me away
Angels above will not save me.
For if I do
I will find myself in the cemetery
The wolves will howl on the darkest night
So
I dare not read it
For if I do
Will see a ghost or two
Rising from the graves
Just like a funeral for me
And
I will look back and see my own stone reading
“Mitzi Young 1983-1991
Murdered, found in the cemetery”
and it might even happen to you!
I know, I was a pretty creepy little kid.