Something for those who tend toward melancholia...

by Vx


Darkness

Darkness slipped quietly under my door
Silently settling himself at the foot of my bed
A worn cloak hung over ragged bones
A hood shrouded his ghostly head

He didn’t move, or speak
Or even seem to know I was there
Just staring forward at vacancy
Whispering lips of a distant prayer

He seemed caught in a moment
Entangled in some waiting game
Or wrapped helpless in a paradox
Trying to figure out why he came

I did not stir to disturb him
He posed no threat to me
He had been my companion once
But I had set him free

We had walked down paths together
Ever desolate and bleak
Paths which can overwhelm
And drown the meek and weak

And though the things he showed me
Sometimes seemed all that really mattered
I found that my own thoughts and designs
Left his plans for me shattered

For darkness is a seductive thing
When taken for itself
But like a book that comes to an end
It is put upon the shelf

For me, I will not follow
Just one perspective in space and time
The authentic me is ever diverse
Combining light and dark sublime
And though I will always know darkness
He poses no threat to me
He had been my companion once
But I had set him free
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