"Huh? What's to write about if life is perfect? If you spend all your time lazing about and dangling your old feet in cool streams of clean water? Writers need a challenge. They need to struggle. They need to fight." -Rodman Philbrick, The Last Book In The Universe Things were rough. I went through a period of dark times where I never saw the light. Now life is good as it can be. Who even knew you could write when you had so many emotions in side? Who knew I was that miserable back then? Disclaimer: I am not a professional writer at all so please don't make any rude comments. These poems were straight out of a notebook that went through a dark time.