Black

It feels like the midnight breeze,
It looks like the holes in the sky;
it sounds like the sounds of silence,
it's cold like a winter's night.

You stand surrounded by it,
and you feel the coldness arise.
and you ask yourself in the process:
am I loosing my grip on the light?

You stand with your thoughts
between light and dark.
and what's left of your sanity
implores you to reach for the light.

But you've found that this darkness
has come from your inner mind;
and if you look for a way to dissolve it,
you have to reach into your heart.

And as you peer into the sunlight,
the darkness gathers at your back;
you remember the things you've done,
all the secrets you've left behind.

And while this may rip your illusions,
the message I give you Is life.
never forget your own darkness
but always strive on for the light.

D. L.