All writing takes imagination. I am enamored by the work of horror writers. Edgar Allan Poe, Bram Stoker, and J.P. Lovecraft come to mind. I remember around 2003-4 I wrote some poems which were dark and mysterious. The themes centered around darkness, abyss, and never ending despair. Looking back, it part and parcel to times I felt alone and in despair. I never voiced it to others but it was there.
I've had relatively few dark periods in my life but the one I just mentioned had an effect on me. It perhaps fueled my love of horror. It's as if this was the darkest hours of my life before the dawn of a new life.
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