The Dark
There is a place
in the bedroom
that’s so much darker
than the rest of the room
and there is something there
you’ve known it,
sensed it’s presence…
your mind tells you to deny
it’s existence…
you feel childish
for believing in it.
You rationalize,
that in all these years
that I’ve noticed its
presence, or thought I had,
if there was something there
something intending harm
why would it have not acted?
Why does it wait?
Maybe, it draws energy
or finds some demon pleasure
in our fear.
Maybe it puts thoughts in our minds
and nightmares -
showing us what it wants to do…
to move out of
the corner
or the closet
and make us one with itself,
one with the darkness
wrapping us in it’s veil
or shroud of darkness,
forever.
I think we survive
and cope
through rational denial,
or by pretending it’s not real
or not really there
in the dark.
January 24, 2010
Bruce Whealton
