A Constant Darkness Poem by Cabaline xxx

The pitch dark presses down on me,
like a dead weight, keeping me pinned to my bed.

The most crushing feeling, however,
is that of loneliness. Solitude surrounds me.
Imitating the dark.

As to be predicted, my brain strays, and,
it is only natural, that my thoughts turn to you.
I wish that you could, that you would,
rescue me from this darkness.

You have the power to transform my world,
in to a vivid network of colour. But,
you won't. Instead, you also perish,
in a darkness of your own.