darkness

deep in my mind
all pictures have a stain
it's black, it's red
it's the darkness of pain.
want to wash it
why should it remain
as big spots of dirt
on mind's window pane.
the clouds in my sky,
always gray, calling "rain!"
cars always crash,
street's called "horror lane"
yet even as i scrub
i know it's in vain
'cause all this has a name-
it's the darkness of pain.