Angsty poetry of my youth

I have found YET MORE NOTEBOOKS from the days of my youth, and these contain ANGSTY POETRY.

Sadly none of it is dated, but this one must be from junior high, as it comes from a notebook in which I carefully tabulated my favorite books up through 2001, carefully labeling all the Newbery and Newbery Honor books because I have always been Like This about the Newberies. I also marked the books by genre: M=Magic, R=Realistic, and H=Historical, and then counted out the number of books from each genre: 27 M, 9 R, and 4 H.

BUT I DIGRESS. I promised angsty poetry, and by god I will not keep you from it any longer!

Darkness.
No shadows, no
essence of
light
to cast the

blackness
off, away, but
there is no
way, none,
to.

There is nothing
no
seeing, hearing
taste, smelling, touch.
No Emotion.

None known, all
lost, far off,
impenetrable
black.
I know nothing

No.
I know
one, I know
alone.
I am alone.