blackout poem from "the yellow wallpaper" by charlotte perkins gilman
I seldomly secure myself in the room for hours
and I absorb the air and sunshine and sin.
I study the way that day turns to night;
I think up ideas and tire myself out thinking of love.
love, an irritating, provoking cry for freedom
that wants to be heard, but no one can hear it.
so it yells and tries to explain what it is,
but nobody knows the truth.
so I go on looking for answers,
in silence and solitude and time.