The Darkness II

It never goes away.

I get up, go to work and come home and the darkness is there, waiting for me to return.

I get up, go to work and come home and the darkness is there, waiting for me to return.

I get up, go to work and come home and the darkness is there, waiting for me to return.

It never goes away.

I get up … the darkness is there.

I go to work … and the darkness is waiting for me outside.

I come home … and the darkness follows me, beats me home every time. Waiting for me again.

Always waiting for me. It never goes away.

I lie in bed and it consumes me. Sleep is the only escape. Deaths sweet embrace that isn’t actually death.

I wake up and the darkness is there. Oily, thick, cloyingly greasy. The shower is an escape. But it’s only temporary. The darkness isn’t there when I get out, but I don’t want to get out. There is something raw and unspoken about just standing there, under the hot water.