The Darkness

The darkness engulfs me again

Like the return of an old friend

It lends its sympathetic ear

And listens to my confessions

Though wise, the darkness does not judge

It is not boastful like the light

Nor does it intrude on my heart

For I am my own solution

But the light is delusional

Trusting the goodness of its deeds

Shining brightly for all to see

And making villains of the dark

But darkness understands the heart

It does not need recognition

I wrap myself in its cocoon

And after, I am born again

Reviews

[Shawna]

Interesting poem and well written! It is thought provoking and flows well. Great job!

[Jesse Booker]

Thanks, Shawna! I'm glad you enjoyed it.