Darkness

In the cave I hear darkness.
In the cave I see silence.
In the cave I taste shadow.
What is this place?
Dark and silent,
Except for the repetitive
Drop drop drop.
In the cave I smell rain.
In the cave I touch gloom.
In the cave I sit alone.
Light does not reach me.
Light does not know how.
I feel safe.
Alone.
Alone protects me.

Flash, I hear light.
Boom, I see noise.
And silence comes again.
The dark hums at me.
Soft, alluring, safe.
Outside of the cave it is raining,
And this cave is not a cave.
But how can that be?
I'll tell you how.
This cave is a room.
One room.
A room in which I sit alone.
In this room that I sit alone,
It is dark, black like the night.
This cave is silent.

This cave in which I sit
Is a sanctuary for my thoughts.
My thoughts are sorrowed,
Like the rain that falls
Outside this cave
In which I sit alone.
Shadows scratch at the walls,
Nothing can stop this darkness
That has fallen.
There is one thing.
Quite a small thing.
The only thing that can comfort
This darkness that has fallen,
Is a small light from the hall.
A night light of happiness that goes meow.