Darkness
Silent, deep,
Black all around me.
Shadows slip through the night,
Playing tricks on people.
We think we see things in it,
We pray we don’t find monsters.
Even if they are not mythical,
They are still there.
It comes with the setting of the sun,
Leaves with the sun’s rising.
Some find comfort in it,
Some find only horror.
People turn on the lights,
Just to try to escape it.
What they don’t know,
Is that the light won’t last forever there.
Copyright © Madeline Eustice | Year Posted 2014
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