From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring--
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone--
And all I lov'd -- alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --

     In this poem Alone, by Edgar Allen Poe, he describes the reason for his more twisted sense of story telling. He explains that as a child he never saw things the same as other people, that his sense of perception was altered. Through the use of the analogy of a storm, he describes his childhood as unpleasant and rocky. Because of this hard childhood he cannot see things in different lights, only in unpleasant and graphic frame of mind.