In the darkness
In the darkness
I think of light
And when it will come
I think of light
And what I’ll be doing
Later on
I think of what I’ve done.
In the darkness
I think of shame
And when it will disperse
I think of shame
And hope for something better
Later on
I fear it will be worse.
In the darkness
I think of ice-cold water
And when it starts to trickle
I think of ice-cold water
And plan to find some shelter
Later on
I know life is fickle.
In the darkness
I think of red-hot fever
And when its heat will burn
I think of red-hot fever
And aim to sweat it out
Later on
I feel the heat return.
In the darkness
I think of light
And when it will be bright
I think of light
And how to spend what’s left
Later on
I wait for the long night.
Stephen Gospage
Fri 27th Nov 2020 16:35
Thanks to Zushka and John for the comments and to Ray, Bramwell and Jordyn for the likes. Yes, the darkness is a strange place and our demons have a habit of invading it, even if we lock them away. Perhaps it's down to imagination.