The Poe

"And all I loved I loved alone"
His words speak to me
A dark poet, his life his joy
Of the raven and Annabelle lee
My curtains are not purple
But my life just might be his
For I too am a stranger
In a land of puzzle misfits
I see the beauty all around
Dazzling sun streaked seas
Babies nestled with their mothers
Tears of joy for those set free
But as the storm cloud hovers
There is no escape to find
Perhaps my life will end as well
Mysteriously quiet and undefined