The things that aren’t there are the worst
Aren’t they?
Of course it started out with
The Dark
The unknowing place just beyond our field of vision
The light deprivation that just takes over our every sense-
CRASH!
What was that?
A monster of ambiguous form
Or a danger far more menacing
That Your Mind can not even comprehend
Then it moved on as we grew
The Dark was still there but we knew what lie within
But the Dark evolved as we did
The Dark
Instead of a lightless corner
The Dark
Became what was around the corner
In a more Metaphorical sense
You see
As I grew
The Dark was still there
Along with what goes bump in the night
Because although I have grown
With my Adolescence far behind me
Every creak is a burglar
Every crash is a bandit
And every wind blow is a murder
With contempt in their heart
And hate in their minds
While I still see these monsters of modern times
I am no longer afraid
I can fight
I can throw a punch
And god damn it I won’t go
Without first dealing as much as I get
With my bravery at an all-time high
Obviously I’m no longer afraid of the Dark
Right?
The Dark
The Dark is no longer what it seems
Because while the definition of the Dark
Is an absence of light
It is far more menacing to me now
Like I said
The Dark evolved as I did
The Dark is now not an absence of light
But an absence of knowledge
The Dark is what my roommate is talking about
On the phone
In the next room over
It is the slight downturn of your lips
As I say something that was on my mind
It is the Driver next to me on the highway
One lane over
As I attempt to change lanes
And I am terrified
Because while reason shows that it’s not about me
It’s just a natural reaction
They will obey the laws
I have no idea what lays in the Dark
Reason is the light that guides the everyday lives
Of my peers
Illuminating the unknown
And banishing the Dark
But that lantern is not a tool that I possess
It is not a weapon I weild to fight off the monsters
All I have is me
My Bravery
That seems so small now compared to the Dark
I am so tired
But don’t turn off the lights, please
Sit with me awhile
So I can rest
About the Creator
William Houseman
Poet based out of Los Angeles, CA. With no particular style and a lot of stories to tell, I'd love to have you sit awhile with me. You might learn something.



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