Poem: Darkness, Darkness, All Around
When times are dark, I often find my muse and turn to writing. My writing during those times turns toward the dark side of life, an outward reflection of my inner pain. Here is one of my poems from a time like that:
Darkness, darkness all around,
No light to be found,
Nothing but an endless void,
No one to care, me they all avoid.
Each day more pain and sorrow,
I fear every tomorrow.
Nothing but a dark and lonely sea,
Not one to need me.
Further and further I slip,
Starting to want to embrace deaths grip.
Would any cry,
Were I to die?
This is I doubt,
For all from my life have slipped out.
Not one to want me in their life,
My life filled with nothing but strife.
