Locked in the darkness that surrounded me like a coffin,I had nothing to distract me from my memories.

I haven’t seen sunlight in years, so long that i’m not sure it ever existed to begin with.

The little girl wouldn’t stop crying. I didn’t blame her.

This poem is called a first line poem. A first line poem consists of a couple books of your choosing that you take the first line of. This poem is still a work in progress. When I was going through the books I was not looking for some ordinary line. I was looking for a meaningful  line that holds so much more than just what you read. I was looking for something with hidden meanings and emotions. Some challenges that I am facing are making everything fit together so that it makes sense. Doing this poem was really fun and I am really excited to work on it and add more to it.