I Wrote a Poem

Open...Open…Open…
the door… please...
I want to get in…
Oh the light…
It fades…
Oh the darkness…
It Enrages…
Open.. Open.. Open..
Please… Just a little…
I want to see the other side…
I want to be encompassed…
I want to be loved…
Open! Open! Open!
The night is here!
I want to be safe!
Just open the door!
My thanks. My thanks. My thanks.
I will abide in the safety of this home.
I will trust in the safety of this home.
I will love in the safety of this home.
Those walls. Those walls. Those walls.
Torn and raked.
Old and musty.
Dark and consuming.
Grow high and reaching.
Cold… Cold… Cold…
there is fire but no warmth.
There is light but no heat.
There is coal by no glow.
Cold.. Cold.. Cold..
My body shakes.
My hands tremble.
My soul darkens.
Cold! Cold! Cold!
The eyes,
The body,
The soul,
of my savior.
Darkness...Darkness...Darkness…
Are of those fingers,
Are of those eyes
Are of those tender touches.
My Prison… My Prison… My Prison…
This is where I will reside
protected from the darkness outside.
By the darkness inside.
For I am my own savior…
I am… Darkness...