Write a poem without the word
I
In it?

Apparently,
I cannot.

Death and Darkness walk hand in hand
Both secluded and excluded

Together they walk these lonely lands
Their lives become blended

The World no longer remembers or cares
The difference between the two

So they work as one to bring the night
And put out life's light

i once traveled upon a ray of light
lent me by the moon one winter's night

i traveled across the sky as snow fell upon a city
and these snowflakes spoke to me of all the places they'd fallen

but i traveled farther still until i slipped into a fog within a town
and this fog spoke to me of all the streets it'd snaked across

but i traveled ever farther still until i was in the middle of the ocean
and here i spoke to a raindrop that was afraid of heights

but he still had to climb back up every time he fell, back to his cloud
just to fall again

but here in the middle of the ocean
a cloud conversed with the moon

and she took back her ray into the night
thus leaving me with my raindrop friend until we parted ways at the surface of the ocean

where i traveled down into it's depths
and here i met a man named death that was himself afraid to die

but as i slipped out of my cumbersome body
and hand in hand with my newest friend

in a backward glance i saw in my face what i had sought so hard for in life
peace

all the rain
all the pain

i can't handle it anymore
the absence of light

brought to my knees one final time
i will not rise again

darkness consumes me from within
extinguishing all forms of desire

no longer is there a fire deep within
passion, pain, all lost unto the rain

i no longer feel the need for anything at all
my body's become simply an unkept house

my mind retreats into places not my own
unwilling to forge for a unique existence

the waters, heavens, books, my very heart
all become silent to my cries

my friend turns his back
my dreams fade into the lake of darkness before me

the only thing left is shallow, selfish, regret
an unfueled desire to make it right

but i no longer possess flint, wood, fuel
or even the eyes to regard life's flame

spiralling downwards
there's no spot to crash

simply fall farther below
until i have forever forgotten who i once used to be

perhaps one day i'll remember who i am
and begin the climb to who i used to believe i was

but not today
inspiration no longer exists for me for now

so into night and darkness i'll walk
and try to forget that i used to dream

Technology is taking over.
It is making me and
The natural world sick.

Please help.

In wakeful moments of plenty
Deep dark the dream comes
I drowned, was cold and weary
And all the time I woke numb
When someone calls my name
And all seems to be the same.