The Dark

Copyright 2021

The door to freedom is ajar and the patriots chant below
Our feint shadows lean into our flanks and feed into the gaping darkness outside
This magnificent bullet hole of a thing held in place by necessity breathes as cold as the concrete I drag
my feet over
I follow my shadows as I believe I am meant to
And the cold whispers upon my skin and in my ears
“This night can steal from you. It is a thief
It can steal from you for it is a thief”
Hasn’t it swallowed enough since the beginning of time that I shouldn’t dread losing myself?
Hasn’t it taught us enough about our mortal condition and the need for secrecy?
But it whispers that since I was conceived in it then I shall be bound to it…till my dying day
Who am I to question my elders?
Vague figures below me sway madly to roaring words rattling from an echoing tannoy
I know well enough that there is no such thing as peace
And that I cant believe in their unity of the moment
I only believe in love because it is no different from this hate in my heart
The light behind dares not follow me here
Perhaps it knows it cannot triumph
It is when helpless rays flail behind me that this is all made certain