Darkness

• Madison Howard, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

In the darkness
My senses get overloaded

I can hear the steady beat of water from the clouds

I can smell the scent of dew drops made by heaven

I can see the outlines of my room from the confines of my bed

I can feel the silk of my bed sheets, soft under my skin

I can taste the fresh golden breeze circling the air

In the darkness
My senses get overloaded