My place in darkness.

If i imagine writing for myself and not one other soul can see, would I find the truest of thoughts
Buried inside of me

What seems a lifetime ago, were days and lonely nights, candles flickering, their very presence, the only lights

I sat in solitary, my walls
My roof, my door
Found my place in darkness, writing poems
Songs and more

I had this fascination with death, once it came and took my love away
I thought that I could challenge it, although I chose to stay

I learnt to bleed in rhythm, created an undertone, I missed his soul so terribly, I felt
I was alone

But love it never leaves or strays, the energies still linger near

I felt in time, his hand in my , and he was
Always here.