The darkness comes, washing over me - <br />It doesn’t bring the relief I expected. <br />How I’d longed for that darkness <br />My escape from the harsh light, <br />There is no hiding from the light, you see - <br />Everything is under its inspection. <br />I’d just wanted to lose myself <br />In the black, <br />I’d patiently waited for it, counting the seconds, <br />To become sweetly numb <br />Is that so wrong? <br />To forget, to forget - <br />It won’t let me forget, the darkness - <br />Rather, it provides a lovely canvas <br />For my sorrows <br />Oh, give me the light, <br />Its curious gaze, <br />Anything but this silent <br />Knowing <br />Darkness, <br />So still and terrible. <br />It doesn’t pry like the light, there’s no need - <br />It knows. <br />It smiles at my foolishness - all along I’d thought it a friend <br />But now I see, everything is all too clear here in the dark - <br />It is a demon. <br />A demon of the worst sorts <br />It has betrayed me, a spider that caught me in its web <br />And now approaches <br />To feed - <br />There is no escape.<br /><br />Joan Hart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-the-betrayer/
