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Wanderer in Darkness – Notes from the Northeast Branch

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At some point in high school I declared that all poetry was either about religion or about love, and noted that all of my poems were about religion, since I didn’t understand love. I maintained this belief for a fairly long time, but I did write one thing in high school that I considered to be a love poem: “Wanderer in Darkness.” I initially remember thinking that it sounded rather arrogant and self-involved. It still does, but I’m actually happier with it than I expected to be before rereading it. “Wanderer in Darkness” Spring 2005 in New Carrollton, Maryland A darkened blanket sets upon the world, a shroud that covers life in inky black. The waking world lies down to restful sleep, and I—alone, awake—may not partake. I wander through the darkened world each night, a glowing lantern resting in my hand. I search the world in my long-fruitless hope, to find another—sleepless, searching—soul. The dwellers of the day have gone to dream, they’ve left their troubles for their nightly bed. A

Skip to content At some point in high school I declared that all poetry was either about religion or about love, and noted that all of my poems were about religion, since I didn’t understand love. I maintained this belief for a fairly long time, but I did write one thing in high school that I considered to be a love poem: “Wanderer in Darkness.” I initially remember thinking that it sounded rather arrogant and self-involved. It still does, but I’m actually happier with it than I expected to be before rereading it. “Wanderer in Darkness” Spring 2005 in New Carrollton, Maryland A darkened…

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