The Dark Room

Poem By Monica Engeler

I am standing in darkness.
I wish for no solitary here.
Then why do I infer fear,
And feel so helpless?

I dream for a companion.
Maybe my Prince will arrive,
And acknowledge I am alive.
Then my heart will see alteration.

I sense the time is mooring soon.
Suddenly my door opened wide,
And a young man entered inside.
“Hello, Is anyone in this room? ”

Yes, welcome to my blackness.
I have been longing for a mate.
Come and stay with me for a wait?
Maybe I have found new happiness.

I lit a candle to start our evening.
Together we sat down to chat.
The light danced around my flat
Our night was only beginning.

The minutes just rushed on
We told each other stories to live by
Once in awhile, I let out a joyous cry,
But for now all my worries were gone.

My Prince and I sat in my bedroom.
Who knows what will happen tomorrow.
I pray for ever happiness and no sorrow,
And that a magical light will shine soon.

I am not apprehensive anymore.
A strong comely man is in my arms.
The gloom from long ago seems far.
My life is not somber anymore.

Comments about The Dark Room

Great; poem Monica, it's really nice. Tells a good story too. Yours sincerely Marissa
Another enjoyable read. I could see the significance in this one. Keep writing... Regards Helgard

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