A Dark Room Poem by Anthony Levitt

Only darkness surrounds my view, of which your same outlook is not shared...
For my view is no matter how much I draw open the curtains the room I stand within remains dark.
There is no trace of light from first awakening and none when I take first breath, and even though a slideshow appears at the end there is nothing...

Only darkness can swallowed me whole, for there is everything to hide and nothing to see except the flooding of mystery.
I cannot swim in the flood but yet I breath, it is the start of whatever I choose it to be.
The shadows are parts incomplete to both you and me and what once was a room of pitch black is now a canvas waiting for mind that is free...

Only darkness can erase the mistakes that we make for when we again awake we are reminded of what once was some fateful day...
We may make mountains, we may make streams and some will be over ambitious and be less aware of any memory.
A dark empty space resides in all of us, some may say it was a room... for if opened and looked within we would see the horrible truth...

All there ever was, all there ever will be... is darkness...
because it has never been.
Know you will awaken one day but not to your bed or skin...
Indeed you will find an endless waterfall of nothing and have to start all over again...

Memory's will separate and you will not know...
What came before you was noting but a simple slide show...