The Night is dark and dark it stays
Until an even darker day
The darkest room, the door is locked
The key is lost or thrown away
The windows shut and sealed so tight
To face another dark, dark night
With crowded thoughts I stand alone
In darkened rooms there is no light
To see to touch to feel to hear
This darkened room is what I fear
To find the light this room should have
To search this room, how near, how far?*
© 1998 Paul Bolton
I suffer from depression, this was my first poem regarding the illness and how i felt and the fear of it after being diagnosed at 21. It still relates to me now. The dark room being my mind.