A Dark Time Poem by JJ Evendon

I cannot be myself
for my days are interrupted
by sweeping darkness -
for a reason I have yet to understand.

A time void.

I feel suspended,
floating, set in a never-land.
Unable to draw a conclusion.

My voice is silent -
as are all other makers of sound.
I feel only the rhythm of passing time
pulsing in my ears.

I see nothing through my veil
pretending, perhaps, life matters not on either side.
I want to cry out: "Where is this light, the light that shines, but never for me? "

Suddenly holes appear,
darkness peppered with fingers of light
tearing through like bullets,
they stand and wave like charmed snakes.

Though my light has returned
I feel even more confused.
For there is not just one beam, but many.
Too much strangeness questions the existence of reality.
Maybe darkness has its rewards after all.