Dark, Dark Soul Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

go easy when you pass through me
things are different inside than out
it is like looking
through a large piece of smoked glass
set in blackness
the darkness around the glass gives a sense of depth
as though the opening stood alone
with nothing around or behind it but dark
you could walk all the way around it
and still see nothing from the other side
you could become lost
and never find your way out
being there is like a dream
every blink of an eye
is a deliberate, exaggerated gesture
time stretches out
and a cold icy mist envelops
one hair at a time on my skin
you are the only light left to that world
the blackness goes on forever
but your small pool of light to surround
grows smaller by the day
as if something pressed it back
or ate it