Dark Comfort

Draw the shades! The world is too bright!
Darken the room again for me!
Let not the harsh light shine on me—
This disappointed life of mine!
The harsh, stark contrasts are too much.
The disapproving looks glare in.
Pointed stares don't understand me,
But hard, cold shoulders illumine.

So, let me stay here in my room,
Safe in the hazy, dim of gloom,
Where no sharp objects lie about,
And not even hunger can draw me out.

-jenn long