BLACKNESS

SWIRLING BLACK IS ALL AROUND
BLACK IS EVERYWHERE,
IT SMOTHERS ME AND HOLDS ON TIGHT
NEVER LETTING GO.

IF I FIGHT I KNOW I’LL LOSE
TRY, I NEVER DO,
THE BATTLE IS ALREADY LOST
BEFORE EVENS EVEN THROUGH.

FIGURES OF DISTORTED DREAMS
LURK ABOUT MY HEAD,
IT IS MUCH TO DARK FOR ME TO SEE
ALL THE HARM IT’S SHED.

AS SOON AS I BEGIN TO SEE
THE LITTLEST OF LIGHT,
THE COLOR BEGINS TO FADE BACK TO
THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT.

4/4/95