I wake, wishing, wanting, waiting for a new day
it seems as if the golden beams coming from heaven will never shine
as if the mockingbird will never sing
as if the hope of light is only a dream
i sit and stare
into the vast darkness of the world around me
in the world around me there is no hope
there is no light
there is only darkness
there is only darkness
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
I wake, wishing, wanting, waiting for a new day
it seems as if the golden beams coming from heaven will never shine
as if the mockingbird will never sing
as if the hope of light is only a dream
i sit and stare
into the vast darkness of the world around me
in the world around me there is no hope
there is no light
there is only darkness
there is only darkness
i was writing this poem in a dark room which gave me the idea of a world of darkness