In a Dark Room With Edgar Allen Poe

I am in a dark room with Edgar Allen Poe, there is a blank wall turned into a movie screen, showing his life story, a struggle of his life without glory. Living life as a writer with a lonely pen, hiking up a strenuous and bumpy trail, macabre poetry and short stories written, fell upon few and most with blind eyes, as a poet and author he insisted to be read, unfortunately providing him meager bread. Dark shadows followed him wherever he went, his essence of a cloak and dagger existence, opening up a genre of mysteries and whodunnits, known as the first writer of detective stories, life was unforgiving for this enigma of a man, he died at the age of forty not being his plan. February 4, 2018