DarknessA Poem by MarkSometimes starting my day at Oh Dark Thirty is a melancholy enterprise.I turn off the light, pulling the darkness around me safe and warm, shrouding my loneliness and I. Comforting, numbing, relaxing allowing me sleep. For I will wake rested before Darkness is gone. I will drive with the claws of my Companion locked in in their usual place; scarred and bloodless wounds. And I will rend and tear at the darkness then. Running through it; a blade through black crepe, until I uncover the Sun and perhaps its warmth and light shall make my Companion's claws let go for awhile as I bask In the memories of those who made the loneliness leave.
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