Eternal Darkness Poem by Justin Reamer

Light is no reason to hope;
It has all been drained long ago.
Standing here, I am surrounded
By interminable darkness,
No light shining through.
Death takes his victims by surprise
As screams of the possessed
Echo throughout the walls and corridors.

Murder is no stranger here,
Plague and famine already best friends;
Cannibalism is no foreigner,
Just as deceit and fraud are familiars.
Suffering, here, is but a metaphor,
A figment of our imaginations,
Since it's an inevitable part
Of our dreadful existence,
Something with which we cannot part.

I, myself, cannot see with my eyes.
I cannot hear or touch, taste or smell;
The world is oblivion; I am nothing to it,
And it is nothing to me, as one can see.
Like René Descartes, I realise my thoughts
Are the only true token of my existence,
And everything else is void, surrounded
By all that is dark and evil in our nature.
Sensory is gone; perception non-existent.
Whatever happened is nothing but a
Lost memory to all who live now.

But then…sight—
Something in the void;
I see the thing coming,
Illuminating the vacuum.
The thing illuminates the world,
And I think clearly now.
Like a lantern at my feet,
The light source enlightens me,
Giving me knowledge and wisdom
I had lost before the plague.

It encourages and strengthens me,
Making me aware of my existence.
Although Light was once bleak,
I now realise its importance—
The saviour of humanity,
To bring light back into the world
So everyone again can see the
Beauty of this wonderful world.