I stand alone with the lights turned out, <br />reaching for the existance that I want on my fingertips. <br /> <br />I hear the voices through the darkness call me strange, <br />i feel my whole body grow cold, <br />like someone touched me frozen. <br /> <br />I breathe out good and intake evil, <br />for it reeks with their hate throughout the dark air, <br />I knew then, <br />that I was not home. <br /> <br />I can never speak of my excuses for my attempted suicide, <br />and I drowned in the darkness that sent a wave through me. <br /> <br />My hands will never stretch out toward the darkness again <br />because I've become whatever they've told me I will, <br />and I watched the world devour in flames, <br />the only light I saw, <br />were the flames.<br /><br />Elizabeth Tyease Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-28/
