The dark

A dark time in my life is passing by. A moment of clarity in the otherwise bleak reality of the daylight.

It burns
The scorching heat.
It takes all, ruins all.
All they can see is the light, but it burns.
It burns all.
They blame the dark, they fear the dark.
The light it blinds them to the truth.
The dark has secrets, the light just shows all. Too much.
Oh how it burns.
All is shown yet nothing is seen.
All is hidden yet all that is the most important is shown.
The eternal fight.
Yet the dark doesnt fight, it exists.
The light fights.
So desperatly at times.
The dark only exists.
There is no light without the dark.

Author's Note

Do as you please. I just want to see if my poems are understood by more then the few people i ever show them too.