Dark

Dark, There’s only darkness overcoming the apparently peaceful halo in my soul, Darkness only disrupted by the deep roar of a distant thunder, Announcing the change that can, and must happen, The first cloud starts to cry, and its tears penetrate in the calm of the dark lake, Others soon follow, creating an aura of mist around the transparent water, It’s a warning for me to take shelter, so I can escape the rain, that burns, Burns my skin with its touch, burns my ears, with its interference in the silence, And I soon go to my so-called home, nothing more than ashes over ashes that still cover my head when it rains, and so I wait… Dark, As I watch the strange phenomenon that with its simple action can cause so much damage without even knowing, I pray that I can keep my precious silence for some more time, And as the rain stops, I look to the dark hole that is the sky, in search for a rainbow that I know in advance that just won’t come, Only a reflection of my human nature, searching for a light that I know that doesn’t exist, only to find disappointment instead, I come out of the shelter and see if it’s peaceful again outside, and there’s no sound, No rain, no thunder, only the calming sound of the absorbing silence and of death awaiting, for every breath that slowly comes out of my burned lungs, All like it should be, except for a beam of light that paints the sky, with its seven colors majestically dancing before my eyes. The light seemed more present, like it should never fade away, but of course, it disappeared, leaving me with despair to comfort my numbed soul, So, I kept walking, just waiting, Dark, Sitting in a grey heart-shaped rock,I think of death, and how its embrace would give me the silence that I so desperately seek, and that I so desperately reject when it’s right before my eyes. And so I realized I had become nothing but an addicted for silence and for light, and surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me. I try but I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear the most soothing sound in the world, I can’t hear the silence, replaced by shadows, but only for an instant, Soon, the shadows die around me, only to return the silence and something even more precious, the light, the comforting light that my eyes seek so desperately, to drink from it, to bathe in it, And then, followed by change, I stop waiting… The silence ends, my heart beats again, and I know someday I’ll die, but I don’t mind…