prettylittlepoet

The Darkness

The darkness blankets the streets

The clouds cover the stars

The moon is barely seen

The crescent of light will surely disappear. 

I don’t like the dark.

The darkness creeps in slowly

And then all at once 

I can feel it coming within 

Beginning to surround me 

Until it finally swallows me whole .

I don’t like the dark.

But I am a part of the darkness now 

And there is no light anymore

There will never be light without him.