The Lights

by Inkfeather

Went Out

by Inkfeather

Or every night or any night,

a finger on a switch. I too am equally powerless.

And all I can see is the night but I will not move.

Or creativity that is suddenly my enemy

Do the demons of the night know

Are bats alerted that they can fly freely?

Do evil things roam around without detection?

Or am I just giving life to those things I fear?

And the power line and my heart share a rush

And I return to memory that fear of

The fear of knowing, that someday, one day without doubt,

© Inkfeather March 2002

But tonight I know, I cannot light the room with

Fear does not escape me. My eyes are open.

There is no boundary to darkness, Or imagination,

As I wait, As I wonder,

The lights have failed?

Will a bug find its way to my bed?

Should I --- Will I -- surrender to the darkness?

Then a sudden flicker,

Like life's quickening the lights return …

the darkness.

the lights most finally go out.