Darkness, The Betrayer Poem by Joan Hart

The darkness comes, washing over me -
It doesn’t bring the relief I expected.
How I’d longed for that darkness
My escape from the harsh light,
There is no hiding from the light, you see -
Everything is under its inspection.
I’d just wanted to lose myself
In the black,
I’d patiently waited for it, counting the seconds,
To become sweetly numb
Is that so wrong?
To forget, to forget -
It won’t let me forget, the darkness -
Rather, it provides a lovely canvas
For my sorrows
Oh, give me the light,
Its curious gaze,
Anything but this silent
Knowing
Darkness,
So still and terrible.
It doesn’t pry like the light, there’s no need -
It knows.
It smiles at my foolishness - all along I’d thought it a friend
But now I see, everything is all too clear here in the dark -
It is a demon.
A demon of the worst sorts
It has betrayed me, a spider that caught me in its web
And now approaches
To feed -
There is no escape.