My Dark Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

Why do I always seek the dark?
The nice wholesome dark
Never judging; never caring
Self helping dark

The dark corners of my life
These corners are my life
Where ever I go I seek
These dark corners; my corners

They make me feel secure
Feel wanted; surrounded
At peace
Like the rest of the world is gone

Why must I use the dark?
Where do these issues come from?
Where does this sorrow come from?
Why can’t I have answers?

I need these dark corners
They are so reassuring
Their echoes speak to me; they don’t mock me
They are my dark safe corners