A poem

[rowens]

sometimes the darkness
has no end.
what has me trapped
is not the night
nor the lack of light
- it’s my mind in a bend -
laying on a bed
in a hot stinking stifling
hospital room
no not the night at all
but some twinge of pain
needles and tubes
in my veins
not the night
nor lack of light.

Yeah, this comes off pretty well. It's a very simple thing, but I like it. The way it looks when I copied it on the reply box, the way the lines zigzag: did you make it like that? Can't see it on the posted version.