Poems and Heartache

Ten

You lock me away,

With me and my mind.

You refuse to let me out,

And you restrain me from the light.

Away front he sun.

But, as I sit in the darkness,

I think.

The black in which I ponder in,

Is not something to be feared,

But admired.

The beauty within the black,

Is captivating,

Mesmerizing.

So when you thought,

Locking me away,

In this room of ebony,

Was a punishment.

Did it ever occur to you,

That maybe I feel at home,

Within the shadows that surround me?