Elena Blackwood Biography

You ask me, ‘how can you write such dark poetry? '
My question is how can you not?
It is so much easier to see the dark
Than the light.
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Every Night, When I close my eyes,
I feel fright, imagining the cries.
The cries of my loved, lost beloveds,
loyal to the end, when they lost their lives.
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I walk around these crowded halls
Feeling so alone.
I am here in body, yet not in mind
and my heart seems to groan.
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My mind travels here and there,
but my heart,
it doesn't move.
My plans, wishes,
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I have a thirst I can not quench,
A hunger I cannot control.
It's tempting,
tempting me to want things I shouldn't want,
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