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