Poetry

What Happens In The Dark.

As the sun comes up I fall down.
Slipping into the infinity of darkness.
You step into the pool and it clings to you like eels out for blood.
Never sure if you're dreaming or you're still standing at that high bridge waiting for the sun to rise.
Is the darkness the enemy or is it the friend?
For when the light goes out will it bury you or revive you?
Maybe a little bit of both.
We commit the worst sins when lights go out.
They told me to lighten up so I lit myself on fire.
Do you find comfort in my words or fear?
For only the weak will choke.