Anna L. Williams
(my first time drunk)
October 19, 1998
What a dark day it is
And I can not see the light.
And I do not remember the day being light.
Maybe it was always dark.
I remember the darkness quite well.
There has always been darkness.
Occasionally I want to see the light.
However, the light would hurt my eyes.
I do not want my eyes to hurt.
I do not want my head to hurt.
I do not want any part of me to hurt.
I am so use to the darkness.
I love the darkness because I know the dark
My home is in the darkness and the light is not welcome.
I do not want to grow
And I do not want to move.
The light is not apart of my life.
There never was light
Light is nothing save a dream to me.
It was just a different shade of the dark.
