Poetry

I am alone in this dark room

waiting for the sunlight to appear

but its obvious it won't

i am living in a dark world filled with dark people

the sky is dark the houses are dark

my life...........is dark

who am i ?

well they always call me the queen of the dark

because i am a dark person as i write this i realize

the sun should not come because i love the dark

i breathe it, i live it, i smell it, and feel it

so i say to the sun stay where you are

because i love my life filled with darkness