The Darkness

She runs into her room,
Fearful of the past,
Fearful of the present,
Fearful of the future.
A tear, a tear,
 
She screams and sobs yet
Makes no noise
At all.
She wraps her arms around herself and
 
Squeezes
Until she cannot breath and
Lets go...
And when she lets go,
The vice is still there,
The pain,
 
The lack thereof,
 
The Darkness.
The Darkness; it's stifling, choking
Comforting.
Her only friend,
Another foe,
Just another presence,
Just her everything.
The Darkness sings,
The Darkness weeps,
The Darkness laughs and cries and dives
With her.
The Darkness is her only friend,
The Darkness is her only foe
Goodnight.
Category:Completed Stories/Poems
Category:Poetry
Category:Jenna Fraen
Category:Sadness
Category:Fantasy