dark
Hello, Darkness,
my old friend,
so nice to see you once again.
All I've seen lately
are nights—
full black, no moon,
not even stars (the best part).
I find comfort here
despite being afraid
of the dark. But the nights
are calm, boring, n u m b,
sometimes tumultuous—
sky filled with clouds,
grey-blue-purple over black,
large bruises slashed through
with still-red scars,
refusing to heal (when will they?).
- dawn
