yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!

in the blackest place - poem

In a pitch dark room,
In the blackest place,
I’m Locked in a room,
And going insane.

The darkest black, is all I see,
And no light can enter this room,
A person of black ice appears,
Speaking freezing cold words.

These ugly words,
Mangle my soul,
Echo in my head,
And mess with my mind.

My body is weak,
I can’t move at all,
I am trapped in this dark place,
Where the only color is,
Black

End