Someone had asked me why it seems that dark and despairing literature are the easiest to write - because he had noticed that a lot of people are writing that way. My answer is that dark or not, writing is not easy, to some it would just be natural, but that doesn't mean that it is easy. It involves the whole self, the turmoil of every cubic inch of you. And it is not easy to pour your being into words others will read, hopefully capturing all that you want to say, without the merit of any explanation. And he asks, "Why do you write dark ones, then?". So a poem for him was born:

It is what we can't speak of-
what we dare not tell.
It is what we all keep-
keyed, sheltered,
deep within the secret corners of our souls.
Because of it's sheer nature,
the sadness and pity of itself.
It is what we all say
without saying-
It is why it speaks best,
the loudest, in the silence of a page.