When the Darkness Comes

When the darkness comes

There’s no alarm

No screaming siren

No clanging bell

No shouting horseman

No telegram

No bellowing voice

No “here I am!!”

No, darkness comes

With a subtle nudge

A sinister whisper

A silent prod

A sudden ache

A telltale pinch

A knowing look

A sad embrace

  

Then darkness stays

Without remorse

No invitation

No end in sight

No plane to catch

No plans to keep

No look of shame

No pangs of guilt

Yes, darkness will leave

When it’s damn good and ready

With a sardonic cackle

With a pound of flesh

With scars left behind

With memories of terror

With a bitter “see ya again”

With a vile “see ya later”

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole