| My Poetry |
| Darkness. Darkness, Darkness all around me. When, Tell me when will I be free. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where I am. All I know is the wind is blowing, but I see nothing for the darkness is all around me. I care not what they say, I care not what they see, for I am blind even in the middle of day. Life is so bleak and so bare. I sit alone here and there. I love one, yet she is so far. I could see her only if I had a car. She is my light which lets me see. She helped my heart to be free, but all is still dark when she is not there. She is the only one for which I care. Not even myself do I love this much. She contains light from within, and the such. I tell her I love her and try to make it known, for I know true love is meant to be shown. |