The Darkness

I feel like this every September. When the nights are getting shorter.

As I keep to myself and the evenings close
The loneliness inside me grows
The darkness surrounds me like a hooded cloak
The fear inside me has awoke
Staring out, but nothing stares back
Though eyes all around in silent attack
I close my eyes and try to hide
Prepare myself as the voices chide
I put my hands up in pointless defence
As the voices around me become intense
A whisper, a sneer, they wound and scar
They draw closer from where they were
I taste saltwater on my lips
My tears have slipped through my fingertips
I hear a sound escape from within me
It's unfamiliar, yet it sets me free
A circle of light, a minature dawn
The shadows dissolve, my soul is reborn
Awake, I stare around my room
It's filled with light
And gone is doom.

2011 © Lorna Hunter

Reviews

[JRB]

A few lines from my poem,,,What is darkness? Is it when the sun wraps its self in the blanket of night ever so tightly? And the moon becomes the nightlight in which illuminates the shadows of your minds inner sight. Or is it the loneliness and depression, which darkness leaves inside the heart, when love has failed and gone astray.

nice thought line,,,nicely put