I am afflicted by the constant darkness
That posts its flag in my soul
I have been searching for light
Despite black’s omnipresence
After eons of searching
I found one small piece
And treasured it, protected it, loved it.
do I remember recognizing
the beginning of the end?
Was it gradual, fading slowly away?
Or was it intermittent and choppy
Losing a half a shade every time I looked away?
Or was it all at once
And I didn't notice
Because after it lost its light
in denial, I imagined it there still?
Did it die because of me?
Can light survive that close to such inconceivable darkness?
Did I ruin the good in it
By keeping it to close
To my corruption?
Did the selfishness
Of me keeping it near
smother it by not allowing it to feed
On the heat of others like it?
Now the darkness fills her spot
Thicker and blacker than before
If you grab another piece
Of the very thing your existence craves
the pain you will feel when it’s gone...