Living Darkness
I did not realize how black darkness could go
until life cast me beyond my own known know.
Vague gauze events fraction-frayed my home stage
with props and prompt marks I simply could not gauge.
I did not recognize the cast of actors
or feel assured my voiced lines were a factor.
Neither wispy or bright lights, as is my norm,
assist me in naming either shapes or forms.
It is no wonder I stumbled and flat-fell
or that the episode’s plot drowned out my yell.
All actors left me for sing-song and cognac
while I lay prostrate, aching and holding black.
I yearn for all my familiar to return
or a bright new sunrise to dawn with discern.
I prefer no more tear grown dark filled sorrow -
thus, steadfast my prayers lean towards tomorrow.
October 18, 2018
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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