DESOLATION

Don't wish for the dark to return when it leaves,
even if it tried to protect you from the
swelling fires of chaos and undoing. It
overwhelms like a neurotoxin, paralyzing and
leaving you to shrivel up.
Ah, but there is a comfort in
that heaviness, like a weighted blanket. 
Indeed. But that blanket may become your burial shroud.
On towards the light, friend! the darkness is
not worth the desolation it brings!