This was written at a time when I felt alone, hopeless, and let's face it, I was depressed. I was about 15 years old when it was written and like all of the items I wrote at that time, I tucked it away, safely hidden from the prying eyes of parents and siblings. While going through some various items at my parents house, I came across the box. This was the box that contained my feelings and emotions for so many years. In an essence, the box was me. The real me. Not the fraudulent me that those around me had come to know.I was never very good at expressing myself through spoken word, so it all went down on paper.

Utopia of the Damned

The sky....
ebony black

The stars....
bright twinkling sequins of light

Sweeping my hands across the heavens
Grasping, clutching for even one tiny bead of hope

Carefully, eagerly, gingerly....
I pry it open

Saddened to see I have have captured only slivers
of darkness