The long night

It's you against you

I'm stuck in the long night,
staring in pitch darkness
it's staring back,
questioning my very existence.

The cold throne of darkness
presses on me, trying to consume.

I see the flaws,
because the darkness is me.
I’ve solved the riddle of identity,
but what truly seizes me
is the illusion of wanting.

I kill the darkness, but brightness
burns my eyes. It’s never simply
right or wrong. I want to reach high,
touch lows, find the beings
that reside inside me.

The world isn’t dark or bright,
not black or white,
not yes or no; it's everything,
flowing in rhythm with the wind
not something we can grasp
while we cling to feeling fulfilled.

So, I left it incomplete
and woke up.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Thankfully this was a dream...a very dark dream...but at the end with some brightness in it as well... it is so common to dream dark... dreams are difficult to analyze .....the world IS is everything, a little of this and that and none of us is perfect...as long as you are somewhat fulfilled with your life, then you are one of the lucky ones....nice writing keep it up and thank you for sharing....keep it up!!!