Poezie

Darkness

It could seem like a choice
but don't be sweat, don't be moist.
'Cause whatever you will choose,
will be just sad and lonely blues.

Maybe there will be a day
for which I can only pray -
without choice, without blues,
of happiness some kind of fuse.

There's a hope at the start
that the night will fall apart
and show another of your kind
so never on you'll be blind.

But in the darkness of the night
a lonely single beam of light
even bright as thousands suns
cannot fight all the shadow ones.

A change is needed and without it
the hope will die, bit by bit.
After that to the empty space
dark will come - with no trace.

That's the end, eternal night -
a long and painful vampire's bite.
Pray for another day, another spark.
What else can you do in the dark?