The Dark

Think about the dark
It swiftly consumes
country after country
The dark is heavy
Never lifted
Can only be pierced
or one must
Wait for it to recede
It hides in the secret places during the day
Waiting for it’s time to reign
Once more
Under your bed
All hiding places for the dark
The dark is malevolent
It hides in our minds and
In our hearts
Waiting for a chance to slip out
In a word or action
Darkness clouds our thinking
And runs across our emotions
Like a gothic watercolor painting left out in the rain
The dark is loud
What was that?
I thought I just heard...
Did you hear something?
Was it a twig snapping underfoot
The turn of a doorknob
Your heart beating?
Think about the dark.