The Dark and its Loneliness

I close my eyes, and all I see is this dark abyss of empty nothingness.

It's cold, and dank, and terrifying.

No matter what I think up in this head of mine, I'm surrounded in this unmistakable blackness.

The darkness reaches out and tries to suffocate me.

Freezing cold, yet burning hot, heavy hands wrap around my throat.

Hot and cold, dark and bright, weightless and heavy,

It's everything at once.

All the while, a voice whispers,

"You are young, and you are learning. You are young, and you are learning."

I realize it's trying to comfort me.

The darkness is trying to help me.

But most people in this world, save a few, help no one but themselves.

And as the air around me grows thicker with every breath I take,

I wonder if it's trying to smother me in reassurance, or if it even knows I'm there.

"I'm here," I want to say.

I hear your pleas.

I listen to your cries, and I know what you long for each night.

"Love me, love me," you plead.

So many say that they fear you,

But you must know that they do not fear you,

They fear what you may hold.

They fear what might be inside of you.

Everything you could be capable of.

But you, misunderstood,

You must know that some of us love you,

We need you.

We need you when we want to fall asleep,

And we need you when the world is too bright and it's all too much.

We need you, to help us remember that we are not alone in being lonely.

So tonight, I'll close my eyes, and embrace you for what you are.

You are the darkness, and I will love you until the last dying star.

CleverQuacks