The Dark

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

I hear outside my window the grey dove cry As sun slides down the mountains, and I sigh Watching night curtaining my city Blotting streaks of violet from the sky Shadows start to overtake the little light Left glimmering as days turns into night. He has left me! Easily the dark Empties out the joy in me that once burned bright. No trace of light remains under the door’s crack. The dark, dressed in ebony, slips into pitch black. Melancholy wraps me in my silent room. In anguish, my brain screams out: I want him back! Inspired by the Contest of Craig Cornish: Night-Dark-Black-Happy-Sad