Bleak is my Desire- 3/13/04
All is muted, all is black,
Dark and bleak as my last name suggests.
My head is spinning,
Thrive in darkness
My only home.
What I want to see is what everyone else does
But no one helps,
They think I can handle things on my own,
But as you can see I am all alone.
My dreams are perplexing,
Even for a counselor.
None can decipher either world,
I want the light to guide me through
But all is lost because darkness ensues.
Words can help my ideas arrange,
But none can organize what is in my brain.
AN: This is a poem I submitted to a poetry contest: "Famous Poets Society"
I gave the name 'Aldallia Jennifer Black' and sent it to my school's address; I just wanted to enter for no apparent reason.