Sunday, April 10, 2016

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

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